I walked straight upstairs while Lucas went to put away our unfinished lunch in the kitchen. We still hadn't said a word to each other. His bedroom was still littered with discarded dresses dropped on the floor or draped on the arms of the couch. I was picking them up and about to hang them when the door open and Lucas's scent enveloped me, bringing fresh tears to my eyes. I didn't turn around, walking to the closet and slowly hanging up the dresses in the space he'd made for my clothing. When ...