I don’t move. The coffee’s bitter on my tongue. Cold. When did I last heat it up? Doesn’t matter. She knocks again. Softer.
Don’t answer.
Logline: For the first time, the story stays entirely inside Luke’s head — not just his actions or dialogue, but every flash of doubt, surge of loyalty, half-formed fear, and quiet, devastating hope. lukes pov full
She’s crying.
Yeah. Probably.
My hand’s already turning the lock.