GINA
Lucas' father nods at me. "Very good. That's good to hear," he says, in an approving manner.
I walk towards Lucas, still holding on to my dog tightly and I plop down beside him on the chair. I cross my legs, setting my dog down perfectly. I slowly comb my hands through my dogs head to calm myself down. "So, what brings you both here?" I ask again.
Melissa beams at me. "We wanted to see how you both were doing especially with everything that has been happening in the past few days. Gina, how are you holding up?"
I force out another smile. Seems like I'm doing that a lot. "I'm very fine, Mel. Thank you for asking," I say in a fake cheery tone.
"I'm sure you are worried about your sister. You are probably missing her but Lucas has promised me that he's doing everything in his pow
