June “Lucas,” I began, my voice trembling despite my efforts to steady it. “We need to talk.”Lucas was at his desk, his back to me, focused intently on a stack of papers. My heart pounded, my anxiety threatening to overwhelm me. I had reached my breaking point, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.His shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t turn around. Instead, he continued shuffling through the papers with deliberate movements, as if trying to avoid the confrontation. “June, I’m busy right now. Can this wait until later?”“No, it can’t,” I replied firmly, my voice gaining strength. “This can’t wait any longer. I’m tired of feeling like an afterthought in your life.”Finally, Lucas leaned forward in his chair, his dark curly hair catching the light as he met my gaze. His water-coloured eyes were cool, almost detached, and I felt a pang of frustration at his lack of visible concern. “What’s this about? I thought we resolved our issues.”“Resolved?” My frustration boiled over. “Is that
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