Let Him Walk
Language: en
This was the third time Lucas forgot my birthday. I didn't throw a fit. Instead, I quietly cooked my favorite meal and bought an expensive ice cream cake I'd normally never splurge on. It was a quiet celebration for a day that apparently mattered to no one but me. But when I stepped out of the shower, ready to finally enjoy my evening, I found the kitchen ransacked. The dinner I'd spent three hours preparing had been packed into insulated containers. Beside them, my cake lay ruined, half-smashed and melting on the counter. Lucas finally looked up. "Kate hasn't eaten all day," he said,…