I couldn't believe that Lucke had gone from bothering me and making my life miserable to telling me about his mother's death. And even after he kissed me that same night. Everything had felt so genuine, and I had started to see my stepbrother in a different, more human light.
But all that fell apart when the next day I woke up alone in bed. He had gone out running at five in the morning and didn't return until three hours later, to shower and go to school. Thank goodness, when I woke up my mother was still asleep, and I was able to go to my room before she saw me. I didn’t want to even think about what would have happened if she had seen me coming out of Lucke's room in the morning, wearing only my pajamas.
He was distant the whole week again. I didn't know how much more I could take of
