Chapter 30 – Zara's Pov

• I entered our room, where my son peacefully slept, his tear-stained face still visible. Forgiving Lucas for what he's done feels like an impossible task. The realization sinks in—it's too late now. Maybe there's some truth to the saying that when there's nothing left, our hearts simply give up. Tomorrow, I will start packing my belongings. I'm sorry, Lucas, but I can't bear to continue this anymore. I just want us to let go of each other.
• Guess who unexpectedly knocked on the door? Antoinette, wearing a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear. She held a paper bag, brimming with excitement as if she had just won the lottery or come up with a wild plan. Her trademark enthusiasm reminded me of all the crazy adventures we had during our college years.
• Thinking back to those moments when we experimented with alcohol, went to bars and parties, or took unconventional classes brings a smile to my face. It's nice to reminisce about the carefree days of our youth. Now that we're both adults and mothers, we can no longer indulge in those same antics.