Maya stared.
“What is this?”
Ethan’s voice exploded through the radio.
“Turn that off!”
Adrian swiped.
Another file.
DNA SEQUENCE: L-417.
Lucas stepped closer.
“That’s my birthday.”
March 9.
Flight 417.
Maya felt cold spread through every part of her.
Adrian looked at Lucas.
“Not exactly.”
He opened the file.
A list of genetic markers appeared.
Maya recognized none of them.
But underneath was one line she understood.
PATERNAL SOURCE: E. COLE.
The cockpit disappeared around her.
Maya stared at the screen.
Then at Lucas.
Then at the F-16 flying beside them.
“No.”
Ethan said nothing.
Maya grabbed the microphone.
“Tell me that’s fabricated.”
Silence.
“Ethan!”
Lucas’s face had gone completely still.
“Mom?”
Maya couldn’t look at him.
Eight years ago.
Lucas had been six.
His father, according to everything Maya had told him, was David Lin, her former husband.
A marriage that had collapsed shortly after Ethan’s supposed d/e/@/th.
