Elsa
I was completely overwhelmed by the sheer number of people who showed up for Lucas. It wasn’t just a handful; it was an army—over five hundred warriors strong. As I stood there, taking it all in, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of shame wash over me, but it wasn’t for myself. It was for Adam.
This could have all been his, every bit of it, if only he had shown the kindness and understanding that Lucas did. Instead, he had pushed it all away. I couldn’t help but silently wish that things had turned out differently for him. But in that moment, my gratitude belonged to Lucas. I whispered a quiet “thank you” to him, my heart heavy with both relief and sorrow.
Lucas had tried to talk me out of coming along, insisting it wasn’t necessary for me to be there. Even the warriors, strong and
