I take a deep breath as Lucas pulls up to my grandparent's house, the familiar cream paint and flood light coming from the home looking just as I remembered it. Lucas turns off the engine and turns to me, his eyes filled with encouragement.
"You got this, Iris," he says, his voice soft and reassuring. "You're strong and capable, and you've thought this through. Just be honest with your parents and communicate your needs."
I nod, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. I know Lucas is right – I'm ready to have this conversation and set boundaries with my parents.
Lucas reaches out and takes my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll be waiting right here for you," he says. "No matter what happens, I'll be here to support you."
I smile, feeling grateful for his presence in my life. I lean over and kiss him, feeling a surge of love and appreciation.
"Thank you," I whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
