Emma
While holding Lucas’s hand I felt the sudden need and urge to talk about the day we got engaged and carving our initials into the bark of weeping willow. For some reason, I’m always drawn to the tree. It became my favorite place on the estate. I’m there either reading a book or picnics, after a stressful day, an agreement with Lucas. It was my zen place; the weeping willow tree always calms me. as I was talking, I felt Lucas’s hand twitch and then he squeezed my hand with a small smile.
“Lucas! Lucas!” I called out in excitement shaking his shoulder.
But then he stopped smiling and his hand went limp.
“Lucas! Lucas!” I cried out in panic.
I grabbed my phone. “Doc! Lucas!” That was all I could get out.
“Come back to me baby.” I cooed until Doc raced into the room.
He bowed wi
