Lucas POVI watched as Shana's White Wolf crashed into the tree. My sprinting stopped immediately as I watched her body transform back into its human self.Panic and fear crippled me as I stood there, momentarily motionless.Was he okay? Had she passed out? Was she breathing?It felt like I stood there forever, examining Shana's lifeless body on the ground before sense snapped into me.I shifted back into my human form, moving towards her at the speed of light.I dropped to my knees beside Shana, my heart heavy with concern. "Are you okay?" I asked, my eyes scanning her for any signs of injury.She held the side of her body in comfort as tears began to fall from her eyes. I wasn't sure if she was crying because of the pain from her potential injury, or because of what she had just learned about her father.The forest around us was alive with the relaxing sounds of nature, but all I could hear was Shana's labored breathing."Shana," I called her name, gently touching her side where she
LUCAS POVShana sat beside me, trembling in the passenger seat, her tear-streaked face a heartbreaking sight.There was one thought that had been constantly playing on my mind:I wished there was more I could do for her, but all I could offer was the support of my presence.The weight of grief hung heavy in the air, and the drive to the police department was cloaked in silence, interrupted only by Shana's occasional sobs.I hadn't experienced loss like Shana had. My mother died while giving birth to me, so I didn't even fully know what it felt like to lose a parent.Grandma Jo had been like my mother, and she was still in my life.Now, Shana had not only lost her mother, but also her father in such a short span of time.It didn't seem fair that she had to deal with all of this tragedy and stress. She wasn't deserving of so much suffering, and it killed me to witness it all.The car's engine provided a rhythmic hum as we drove to the police station, a stark contrast to the turbulent em
LUCAS POV"Do you want to wait in the car, or...?" I trailed off, leaving the decision in her hands.I thought it would be best for her to stay in here. Joining me inside might be more overwhelming for her, but I wanted her to make the choice on her own.Shana nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll wait here."I squeezed her hand gently, understanding the weight of the situation. "That's perfectly fine. I'll try not to take too long. If you change your mind, just text me and I'll come get you, okay?"She nodded again and I leaned over the console to give her a light kiss on the cheek before leaving the car.I walked into the station with my hands in my jean pockets. There was a desk at the front and a door to the right that probably led to wherever the police officer's offices were.There was a small waiting area, and a few people sat there, waiting for their turn. A few of them looked a little rough around the edges and gave me curious glances, probably wondering what I was
I watched out the car window as Lucas exited the police station. From the heaviness in his shoulders, I could tell that the news wasn't good.But I had spent the last hour in the car trying to get myself to calm down and come to terms with it.Well, as best as I could right now, anyway.Lucas opened the driver's side door and slid into the seat. He turned to look at me. His eyes, usually warm and comforting, held a sadness that confirmed what I already knew. He didn't need to say a word; I could see it etched on his face.My father was gone.I took a deep breath, struggling to summon the tears that seemed to have abandoned me."Is it him?" I asked, my voice a fragile thread in the quiet of the car.Lucas nodded solemnly, and the numbness that had cocooned me tightened its grip. The reality was there, cold and unyielding."Did they... do they know how he died?" I questioned, my words feeling foreign as they left my lips."They do," Lucas said, observing my carefully. "Are you sure you
The drive to my father's house was quiet, the air filled with unspoken heaviness.I was trying to prepare myself for whatever I was about to experience in that house. I knew it wasn't going to be easy.As Lucas pulled up to the familiar curb, he turned to me, his eyes reflecting concern. "You're sure you're ready for this?"I nodded, looking out the window at the house in front of us. "I don't think I'll ever be ready, but I need to do it eventually.""Bringing up your earlier point," Lucas began to say, "your father most likely had a will, Shana. If he did, then this house is yours now."It felt like I was being hit in the chest with a bag of bricks. This house was mine?"I can get you in touch with my father's lawyer, and they'll help you sort everything out," Lucas reassured me. "But we don't have to think about it right now. We can just go in and get whatever you need."I nodded, grateful for Lucas's support in navigating the tangled aftermath of my father's life.This was more th
LUCAS POVRevisiting Gregory's office, tucked away in a dusty old building, proved to be a less-than-thrilling experience.The air within the room hung heavy with the scent of aged paper, and the furniture seemed to have absorbed the weariness of countless previous clients.Shana's discomfort mirrored mine, evident in the way she sat in the worn chair, arms defensively crossed over her chest, a slight frown etched on her face.I hated the way it smelled in here.Gregory, a close family friend and lawyer to my father, maintained the same stoic expression that seemed permanently etched into the lines of his face.I couldn't help but wonder if the reason he looked so wore out was because of how dreary this room was. It was a thought that crossed my mind as I observed his stern face."So, it appears your father did have a will," Gregory announced, his fingers rifling through aged paperwork with practiced ease.Shana's skepticism lingered, her arms pulling even closer into her chest as she
The experience of losing my father has been completely eye opening. There are so many things to consider once someone is gone, and it's something people don't really think about.Although, I have a feeling not many eighteen-year old's are having to help plan some sort of memorial or funeral for their father by themselves.Choosing not to host a traditional funeral seemed fitting to me. It was just him and me, and the thought of cremation resonated as the most intimate option. And I had the perfect idea on how to release my father.Over the past few days as I prepared, slowly things got easier. I had come to terms with my father's passing, and realized that although I missed him, this was unfortunately how things must be.He wasn't the greatest father, and he only chose to harm himself and me over and over again. Now, he didn't have any weight on his shoulders. He was free, and I wanted to offer him even more freedom from that pain.Lucas and I currently sat in my car as faint music pl
LUCAS POVI got Shana in touch with a relator that my father used to use when he started his business. She was a woman in her mid-40s and very knowledgeable about the area where we lived.She promised me that she would be able to get the best deal for Shana when selling the house.Shana and I had only had the small ceremony for her father a week ago, but in that time, I've noticed a big improvement in Shana's mood and overall attitude.She's much more upbeat and livelier. Slowly but surely, she's becoming herself again.I've noticed that she doesn't like being left alone, so she often creeps into my room at night when Grandma Jo is already fast asleep, and leaves before she wakes up.After Grandma Jo's last fit, I didn't want to risk upsetting her again, but at the same time, Shana needed me. And besides, sleeping together was harmless. We weren't doing anything except comforting each other.Today, I was driving Shana to her house where the relator would begin staging the house for po