“I’m looking forward to it.” She leans in close and murmurs in my ear. “You have to be able to roll with the punches in this world. But you’re doing great.”
She has no idea how much that means. “Thank you,” I whisper before following Lucas to the car. I’m already making a list in my head of everything I want to bring with me. It would be nice if I had an idea how long this would last. But like Celia said, it’s all rolling with the punches. The way she did when Lucas first brought me to the house after I killed Nathaniel.
It isn’t until we’re halfway to the apartment that Lucas groans. “I just realized I didn’t ask whether you’re okay with coming along.”
And he thinks he’s unredeemable. The Lucas I first met wouldn’t have even given that a thought. “I want to be wherever you are.”
“But it could be dangerous for you.”
“I’ll be safe with you. I’m not going to take any risks. I promise.”
“Please don’t. I’ve already come too close to losing you.”
And the love in his eyes and voice makes me pack quickly once we get home and put on a happy face for his sake. I want to be with him, and it’s such a relief knowing he wants me there.
It’s just that I was hoping to never set eyes on the place again. I don’t exactly have a lot of happy memories that don’t directly involve him. Like Celia said, it’s all about rolling with the punches.
If this helps him find closure, then it’s worth it.