ELENA'S POV

My hands stroked my blossoming stomach, gazing unseeingly at the view from up here, lost in deep thoughts.

My mind was in a frenzy, unable to wrap my head around everything happening to me. I turned my head to Lucas empty chair, which I had stubbornly refused to take out, creating more space in here.

Suddenly moving towards his chair, I slowly trailed my fingers along every inch of the chair, wiping of Raymond's prescence from it.

The files he had left were kept exactly in the same way he left them. Only cleaned from time to time.

My eyes casually glanced through each one, suddenly spotting a...