Lucas

I thought about what I did. My conscience was hurting me. It was bad of me to let Scar see this. She was, after all, not just another person, but someone who had once been essential to my life.

Scar was the woman I had loved, the woman I had once cared for with an intensity that now seemed distant and complex.

And if I said I felt nothing for her, then I would be lying to myself. I knew what I needed to do. An apology was necessary, but so was clarity.

I would tell her the truth: our ...