"Luke, I don't want to tell them," Sara said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why do they keep asking me those questions?"
Luke sighed. "Well Sara, they need to know exactly what happened so they can help you," he told her.
"But I don't want to talk about it."
"Have you ever thought talking about it might help?" Luke asked. Sara looked up.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, some people find that talking about bad things with someone they trust makes them feel better," Luke told her.
"But I have no one I can trust," Sara said, moving over to the table. Luke followed and sat across from her.
"You can trust me," he said.
Sara looked up. "Can I?" she asked. "When I woke up this morning I thought you had left me."
"But I came back, didn't I?" Luke asked. Sara nodded.
"Yeah, I suppose you did."
"Wait a second," Luke said as he stood up and went out the door. He came back carrying a large rectangular box. "This is for you," he said, setting it down in front of her. "It's why I left."
"What is it?" Sara asked.
"Open it and find out," Luke said.
Slowly ripping off the tape holding the box together Sara lifted the lid. She gasped. "It's a guitar." Luke nodded.
"I remember how good you were when you sang for me that day," he told her. "I thought you should have a guitar, maybe you can take what you've been through and put it to music. I know that helps some people."
Sara looked up. "I don't even know how to play guitar."
"There's a book in there," Luke told her. "It's supposed to be the best book for teaching yourself to play. The guy at the store said even I could understand it, so it must be written fairly simple." Sara laughed.
"Thank you so much," she said, standing and giving him a hug. Luke stood there for a second a little surprised, then wrapped his arms around her and hugged back.
"You're very welcome," he whispered. "Just remember to thank me when you're rich and famous. Nothing special, just naming your first born Luke should do."


Sara sat up in bed breathing hard. She put her hand to her stomach. "Luke..." she whispered. "Not a bad name I suppose... if it's a boy."