Later that night, unable to sleep, Lucas padded down to the kitchen for water. As he passed his dad’s home office, he slowed. The door was slightly ajar. Inside, Daisy and Robert stood close, whispering in low, urgent voices. Lucas didn’t catch the words, but the tone was unmistakable: worried.
He didn’t knock. Just stood there, heart suddenly thudding, before retreating to his room. That flicker of fear he’d felt on the ride? It was back. And this time, it wasn’t just in his head. His parents knew something. The question now was—what?