Tired of Fighting

Sophia

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Not that it did much good. They all found out anyway.”

“My dear, I’ve been fighting this illness for a long time,” he said. “I’m an old man, and I’m tired of fighting. You couldn’t have prevented that.”

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

He sighed. “Pride, I suppose. I should have said something, but there’s no changing the past. That’s something I will have to bear.”

“Are you going to tell Luke that I knew?” I asked. I didn’t think he had a reason to suspect our relationship was fake, but I couldn’t be too careful.

“No,” he said. “He is happy with you.”

I twined my fingers together in my lap. It was strange having approval from one of Luke’s parents. I wanted to know more. “You think so?” Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I pressed my hands against them.

“My dear,” Erol said with a smile. It lit up his face. “I’m out of touch with the dating world, but I know love when I see it. Luke’s mother and I didn’t experience it until later on, but I do recogn