Chapter 36

Sophia had only come by the Bennett family cemetery after hearing word on the street—apparently, "she" and her child had been buried there. Just thought she'd swing by for a look. What she didn't expect was to bump into Lucas, dead drunk. He clung to her like she was a tombstone. She tried pushing him off, but he only held her tighter. After struggling a few times, she gave up and just plopped down on the ground. He'll let go once he falls asleep, right? She didn't want to wake him. Didn't want him to know she'd come. Didn't want him to realize… he'd hugged her tightly again. But it was freezing—it was almost Christmas, after all. In weather like this, warmth only came from someone else's arms, someone real, someone alive. And if everything Lucas had just said was true… No. No way. He must've seen her and just said those things on purpose, hoping she'd hear. But… what if he didn't? The Lucas she used to know—when had he ever looked so defeated? Sophia leaned her head back, letting the