Chapter 7: Mischievous Lucas
Lucas opened the car door for Aurora, his mind buzzing with conflicting thoughts.
He couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that bringing her along was a mistake, yet Nana's fragile state overpowered his doubts.
He climbed into the driver's seat, stealing a glance at Aurora as she settled in beside him, her expression unreadable.
The car ride was filled with silence, the tension between them evident.
Lucas gripped the steering wheel, his fingers digging into the leather from the pressure.
Memories of Julia's revelations and Aurora's deceit flitted through his mind like ghosts, haunting him with every mile they drove.
Yet, despite the anger simmering beneath the surface, a part of him couldn't help but recall the gentler moments—moments when Aurora's smile had seemed genuine.
Aurora, on the other hand, stared out the window, her thoughts a chaotic swirl. The closer they got to Nana Rossi's home, the more her courage solidified.
She wasn't doing this for Lucas—he was just a part of everything that had gone wrong.
She was doing this for Nana, the only person who had treated her with kindness in a world that had turned its back on her. Nana had been a source of comfort in her darkest hours, and Aurora wouldn't abandon her now, not when she needed her the most.
When they finally arrived at the house, Lucas killed the engine and sat still for a moment, taking a deep breath as if preparing for battle.