Lucas listens in complete silence, his jaw tight, his eyes shadowed with something unreadable. When you finish, he leans back slightly, exhaling through his nose. “I know what it’s like.” You blink. “What?” His fingers twitch on the armrest, a barely noticeable movement. “To be thrown aside. To be good enough when they need you, and forgotten when they don’t.” You stay quiet. Lucas finally looks at you, his voice quieter. “It isn’t fair. And it isn’t right.” His eyes harden. “But don’t let them make you believe for a second that you deserved it.” For a moment, he almost looks like he wants to say more. But he stops himself. Instead, he offers something rare—a small, genuine nod. “You’re not alone in this.”