The silence is almost painful and Lucas looks like he wants to say something but he waits for my reaction first, giving me a few moments to process what he said.

I hold onto his hands, trying to bring myself back to reality. “You’re…you’re what? Who?”

“I’m,” Lucas starts but I drop his hands, breaking the spell, and pace away from him. He goes quiet and watches my reaction. I walk around the room, hearing my own steps in the silent library.

“Okay,” I ...