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Lucas sat at the kitchen table, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts as he absentmindedly stirred his coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sound of Sarah chopping vegetables at the counter.
"Hey, Luke, you've been quiet tonight. Everything okay?" Said Sarah she gaze at Lucas looking up, Lucas eyes met with Sarah's concerned gaze. He forced a smile, trying to push aside the weight of his thoughts.
"Yeah, just tired from work, I guess."
Said lucas, She frowns slightly, her eyes searching his "Are you sure that's all?"
In hesitation, unsure how to voice his inner turmoil "It's just... I don't know, something feels off."
Sarah immediately sets down her knife and moves to sit beside him, placing a comforting hand on his arm "You can talk to me, you know. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together."
He instantly takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief at her words "Thanks, Sarah. It's just... I feel like I don't belong here sometimes."
Sarah squeezes his arm reassuringly "What do you mean?"
Lucas struggles to find the right words "I mean, your family, this whole lifestyle... it's not what I'm used to. Sometimes I feel like I'm just pretending to fit in."
Sarah gently brushes his cheek with her hand "You're not pretending, Luke. You're a part of this family, and we love you just the way you are."
His face clouded with weak smiles, grateful for her reassurance "Thanks, Sarah. I needed to hear that."
She leans in and kisses his cheek "Anytime, love."
As they sat together in comfortable silence, Lucas's gaze fell upon something on the floor. He reached down and picked it up, a small envelope that had fallen unnoticed during their conversation.
Lucas furrows his brow, examining the envelope "Hey, did you drop this?"
Sarah shakes her head, puzzled "No, I don't think so. What is it?"
Lucas instantly opens the envelope and pulls out a letter, his curiosity piqued "It looks like there's something inside."
Sarah leans in to get a better look "Who's it from?"
Lucas immediately reads the letter silently, his eyes widening in surprise "It's... it's from my father."
Sarah's eyes widen in shock as she listens to Lucas's words.
"Your father? But I thought..."
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