The world has turned its back on you. Lucas hasn’t. You sit in silence, waiting for him to ask, to pry—but he doesn’t. He just sits beside you, staring out at the empty road. Then, quietly—“You don’t have to prove anything.” You look at him, startled. His expression is calm, steady, completely certain. “I know you. That’s enough.” No one has ever said that to you before. And it breaks something inside you in the best way.