Lucas sat in the main waiting room, seemingly engrossed in the iPad in his hands. But even though his eyes were fixed on the screen, his mind had drifted far away. Normally, this routine brought him a sense of calm, a feeling of control amidst the chaos. But today, everything felt different. Empty.
Something heavy weighed on his chest, clouding his thoughts. Haisley's words, her soft-spoken apology, her plea not to be ignored, kept echoing in Lucas's ears. And he hated to admit it, but he deserved it.
Last night, Lucas knew he had crossed the line. He never imagined he'd become a husband who hurts, especially not someone like Haisley, who had always been so gentle, enduring everything in silence. He had always dreamed of building a home that was warm, safe, and full of love. Not a house surrounded by pressure, anger, and tension.
