Elsa
Lucas shifted in his chair, his eyes darting between me and Adam. His lips parted as if he was about to speak, but then he closed them again, looking uncertain. It was clear that something was weighing heavily on his mind—something important that he was struggling to put into words.
"Come on, Lucas," I coaxed, offering a gentle smile to encourage him. I could see his nervousness, the way his fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest, betraying his anxiety. My heart beat a little faster, caught up in his tension, feeling both curious and uneasy. What was he trying so hard to say?
He took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment longer. "Well, uh," he stammered, clearing his throat, his voice barely more than a whisper. "The attack… it threw me off, made me forget something I sho
