𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
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─── blue eyes like the sea on a
cold, rainy day
❝ 𝘉𝘓𝘜𝘌 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘠 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘠 𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘌𝘚 ❞
Luciana Danes is the daughter of the famous Luke Danes. Beautif...
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December 11th, 1984
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[ LUKE'S POV ]
I RECEIVED THE PHONE CALL AT EIGHT AM. ON THE ELEVENTH OF DECEMBER.
I was sound asleep, trying to catch a couple more hours before I'd have to go and help my father out in the hardware store. It's a Sunday, a day of rest, and I desperately want to stay in bed but I know that I have to pick up this phone because it's rang three times in the last minute, indicating that something is going on.
I somewhat expect it to be my father demanding me to come down to the store but when as I move to answer the phone, I find that it isn't my father. It's a woman.
"Is this Lucas Danes?"
My full name is never used unless it's serious and I don't recognise the voice on the other end of the line. I'm slightly tempted to hang up the call but I can't go back to sleep without knowing what this call is about, especially when my full name has been used.
I clear my throat, shifting uncomfortably to rest against the table. "Uh, speaking."
"Hi, Mr Danes. We need you to ask you a few questions in regard to Violet Walker."
God, I hadn't heard that name in a long time. She and I had something of a relationship over a year ago. We were a disaster from the beginning, only dating for four months before calling it quits because I could not commit to save my life. I solely hated the idea of being in a relationship and I only wanted something casual and less serious. I wanted something with no strings.
Violet, on the other hand, wanted commitment. She wanted the flowers and the big love declarations that I just couldn't give her. Me and Violet haven't spoken since our breakup so why is this woman asking me about her? I never expected to hear from her or see her again which I didn't exactly mind.
"Do you know Violet Walker?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I do. Why?" I reply, my arm crossing over my chest as I rest the phone in between my shoulder and cheek.
"Well, I'm calling from Connecticut Children's Medical Center in Hartford in regards to your daughter—"
I don't hear anything else after the words, "your daughter" is said. For a second, I think I'm hallucinating because there is no way I heard her correctly. I don't have a daughter. It's not impossible, but me and Violet never— Well,we did, but we were— Okay I can't a daughter, not right now. There is no way I have a daughter.
