Love, Lucas

Love, Lucas — page 9
my guitar I already have my backpack on my lap We both keep our jumbled thoughts to ourselves When the line starts to move I stand and we follow the crowd and exit the stuffy plane Aunt Jo is waiting for us at baggage claim She runs to Mom and they hug forever even though they saw each other at the funeral four days ago Everyone around us is staring so I move away from them and wait for our suitcases to come down the chute and onto the turn stile I don’t want to talk about Lucas so I let them have a moment to themselves How are you doing Oakley You hangin in there I flinch at Jo’s hand on my shoulder I’m good I grab my suitcase and she lets go I don’t miss the look she gives Mom They’re worried about me They can see through the fake smile I put on for everyone who asks how I’m doing I don’t know why I pretend everything’s okay when clearly it’s not Lucas is gone How can anything be okay when he’s not here He was the only person in my life I could count on Oakley honey you ready Mom looks over at me with a sad but hopeful smile Yes I throw my backpack over my shoulder and my guitar over the other and follow them to the car dragging my suitcase behind me The drive to Jo’s house is quiet I study her and my mom for a while It’s weird that they’re even sisters They look nothing alike Mom’s short dark hair is neat and 7