Chapter 17 Fragments of Yesterday

The weekend arrived at last. She awoke with a sense of purpose, the anticipation of the day ahead compelling her to jump out of bed the moment her eyes fluttered open. Glancing at the clock, she realized time was of the essence, and with an energetic determination, she hastened to get ready. The familiar absence of Lucas in the apartment greeted her as she made her way to the kitchen. Undeterred, Eleanor began her morning routine, the clatter of utensils and the aroma of fresh ingredients filling the space. Today was a special day, and she had a culinary creation in mind - an apple pie she intended to bring to Lucas's mom. As she deftly prepared the fillings, her mind raced with thoughts of the impending meeting with Lucas's mother. The rhythmic motions of slicing apples and mixing ingredients became a meditative process, a distraction from the underlying emotions swirling within. Amid her culinary endeavor, the apartment elevator swung open, and Lucas entered. His question cut thro