Olivia
I never expected a quiet Sunday afternoon to turn into one of the hardest conversations of my life.
Lucian was already in my studio when I arrived home from the market, his fingers lightly tracing the edges of my newest canvas. His presence was familiar, almost a comfort, but today there was a tension in the air I couldn’t ignore.
He looked up and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Hey,” he said, voice low, cautious.
“Hey,” I replied, setting down my bags.
He folded his arms. “We need to talk”
I swallowed hard. That wasn’t new. We’d danced around this before, the what-ifs, the promises, the fears. But this time, it felt like a line was about to be crossed.
“About?,” I said, sitting on the edge of my work table, careful not to disturb anything. “Can we talk here?”
He nodd
