After getting home from baseball practice Luke could hear the tv going. Peeking into the living room, he sees his father watching football but he didn't see you anywhere. Passing the living room, he heads upstairs. Going into his bedroom, he sets his school stuff down. Seeing his closet door open, Luke approaches it to see one of his hoodies missing.

He quickly leaves the bedroom and knocks on your door softly. Listening carefully, Luke hears no movement. He knocks again; still nothing. Finally he speaks, his voice pitched low so Pete wouldn't hear. He didn't need his father—your father too—coming upstairs.

"It's only me."

The door opened. The first thing he saw was your tearstained face. You looked miserable and Luke couldn't blame you.

"Come on, lets go for a ride."

The green eyed baseball player spoke softly, keeping his tone soothing, the same way he always did when things got rough at home.