#Chapter 190: What's Next?

LUCAS POV

Shana 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