Sophia headed upstairs and immediately noticed something off. Her clothes were gone.
"Lucas, where are my clothes?"
"What clothes?" he replied, way too casually.
"The ones I changed out of."
The ones covered in blood — clothes she definitely did not want anymore.
"Maybe Mrs. Wilson took them to wash."
Sophia nodded, changed into fresh clothes, and walked toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"The hospital. Whatever else happened, Andrew got hurt protecting me."
Lucas nodded and, without warning, scooped her right off the floor.
"Lucas! What are you doing?!"
He set her on the table, leaning in close, eyes deep and serious. "Don't run off alone again like that."
Sophia couldn't help laughing. "I won't. I'm not stupid — I do learn."
"Really? Because I think you missed something today."
She blinked. "What?"
He pointed at his face. "Bare minimum, someone should be thanking me properly for rushing in to save her life."
