LUCAS’ POV.

A week before our court proceedings, John came to meet me in my room. I had just stepped out of the shower, only to hear him knock.

Funny that he still had some of his manners intact.

“Come in.” I said, wrapping my robe around me, and he came in.

“I got your message. Today. Didn’t think you’d actually carry on with it.” He said, leaning against the door.

“Is that what you’re here to say?” I asked, and he smiled, looking down at a paper he held in his ...