All I wanted was to leave. Quickly.
It was like standing at the shore with the tide rising—any delay, and I'd be swallowed by the sea.
Daniel's car wasn't far, and as I pulled the door open, a bandaged hand slammed it shut with a loud **bang**.
My heart sank instantly.
Daniel was already seated in the driver's seat and didn't bother to step out.
Lucas stood outside, one hand in his pocket, leaning casually against the car. I didn't look up; my gaze remained lowered, focusing on his injured hand.
"Kate," Lucas began, his voice calm, "I'm not one to hesitate. You can either get into his car or mine. Make your choice today. Whatever you decide, I'll respect it."
His tone was steady, as though the matter was trivial, but it weighed on me like a suffocating storm.
For a moment, I nearly caved and walked toward him.