Caleb
Luka spent a few days in the hospital recovering, leaving me far too much time to think about my role in her injury. I sent her flowers and gift baskets every day, a new bouquet, and stayed vigil by her side as much as possible. She needed surgery, but her heart wasn’t affected.
Her heart. Her sensitive, delicate heart. I needed to do a better job protecting it.
“I’m so grateful to be back here at the estate,” Luka told me coming through the doors.
“I’m glad you feel like it’s home.”
“Well, if I had to stay in that hospital bed one more day, I thought I might have to go to a mental hospital.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re back,” I told her.
The next morning, bless her, she got up to prepare for training, as if there had been no interruption.
“We’re taking a pause on training, Luk
