They arrived at the mansion and went straight to their room. Lucca placed the bags on the bed while folding the clothes and making space in his closet.

—Are you sure you want to stay here? Don’t you want your own room?

—No, I want to be close to you —Lucca looked at her and smiled—. I feel safe with you. I’m afraid to be alone.

—Sweetheart, a psychologist will come see you in a few days. He’ll help you.

—Do you want me to stay away?

Lucca walked over to her and knelt down to be at her level while she remained seated on the bed. He took her hands and looked into her beautiful blue eyes.

—Aracely, I don’t want you to stay away from me. I want you to get better. I want fear to stop controlling you. I want you to be free. I want you to be able to go outside without being afraid, to go to college like a normal girl. I want you to be able to walk without fear. I want you not to need me… but still choose to be by my side.

—Lucca…

—Ara, I want you to heal. Would you do that for me?

—Yes. I’ll