LUCAS’ POV.

I decided to wait, and listen to whatever it was that Stephanie had to say. She finally got to me, and laid her hands on her knees, panting.

She looked as if she had chased after me immediately I left. She was in an apricot satin shirt, and shorts. The design made me aware it was her nightclothes. Then, she wore a long red coat over it.

Finally, she raised her head, and looked at me, still breathing hard. Her eyes shone with tears.

“I’m sorry. Okay?” She swallowed. “I’m ...