From the tone of his voice, I knew that he felt sorry for me. I appreciated that but that didn’t help open this door!

“Luka! Open the door! Please! Please open the door…” I wailed while crying.

My whole body shook with the strength of my own sobs. My voice cracked and I found it hard to breathe; however, that didn’t keep me from beating my hands against the door. Luka didn’t respond but I knew that he was still standing there in front of the door.

“Luka…please…” I begged.

Luka just said that he’s not sure if Hayden can make it to see me tomorrow. Doesn’t that mean that...