Chapter 74
- Lucas’ POV
- Sabrina and I learned early on that survival wasn’t something handed to you—it was something you fought for. We learned this from our father’s fists and our mother’s silence. When Dad lashed out, Mom never flinched. She didn’t intervene, didn’t shield us. She just watched, her arms folded, detached and cold, as if the chaos in her home wasn’t her problem.
- Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe we weren’t.