"I just finished the task," he answered softly.
Lucas nodded slightly and leaned his head back against the sofa. No more words came from Lucas. Haisley only stared at him in silence. Her mind was filled with a thousand questions—who would want to hurt Lucas? Why was Lucas choosing silence? And the most terrifying thought: how many more times would injuries like this come before everything became irreparable?
But for tonight... she just wanted to be by her husband's side, trying to keep the wound—both the visible and the hidden—from getting worse.
The doorbell rang, and Haisley quickly ran to open it, only to find a man in a leather jacket, his face looking frustrated and exhausted, standing there with a medical bag in hand.
"Where's Lucas?" the man asked immediately, without any pleasantries.
"In the living room," Haisley answered nervously. The man walked in right away without waiting to be invited.
