Lucas had asked me for a month, to prove his theory was correct. He wanted to expose whoever it was working with Caleb and manipulating the things we could not see. He had a week and some days left. After that, we could finally leave London for good.

I was in my second trimester, and my bump was already visible. Thankfully, Rocket had no clue about my pregnancy, and I was glad. However, I knew I'd have to tell him sooner or later. As much as pained and disgusted me, he was my child's father.

"Shall I get you breakfast?" Lucas asks, and I nod a no. "No. Don't go....