Elsa
Adam pulled me into his arms, and I cried harder, unable to stop the torrent of emotions.
I cared for Lucas—deeply—but it wasn’t love in the way I loved Adam. It was different but no less significant. Lucas had become a part of me, of us, and now, he was gone.
I slumped onto the bed, overcome by the enormity of it all. Adam sat beside me, his arms around me, offering silent comfort. I could feel the weight of his grief, his own silent tears falling.
Lucas wasn’t just my friend—he was Adam’s brother, his confidant, his best friend. Other than me, Lucas had been the only family Adam truly had.
Simone’s actions had set off a chain of events that had led to this moment, and the knowledge that she was the cause of this loss only made the pain sharper.
The sorrow turned into rage,
