Lucas’s POV:
I lie on my bed trying to comprehend how wild everything has become this week. I feel such a heavy feeling of frustration and loss. Frustration that I perhaps was the cause of this monstrosity of a situation. Frustration that I ever thought that kissing Camilla RIGHT AFTER seeing Sarah was every a good idea. Frustration that Sarah saw that picture. Frustration that it made her seek other guys. Frustration that this baby is not mine. Tears prick up in my eyes and I throw my pillow across the room so that it hits my bookshelf with a hard thud and causes some of the contents to fall off. The worst feeling is the loss. I lost Sarah, but I also lost the baby. Oddly enough, seeing that post on i********:, those couple of days ago, was like a light at the end of my tunnel with her.
