“Because Lucas woke it up.”
For the next twelve minutes, Flight 417 flew itself.
Reeves could control altitude slightly.
Nothing else.
The fighter remained beside them.
Ethan refused to leave.
Adrian worked frantically on his wrist device, attempting to break the connection.
Maya sat beside Lucas on the cockpit floor.
He looked exhausted.
“Is Ethan really my father?”
There was no way to protect him from the question anymore.
“I don’t know the whole truth.”
“You asked him.”
“Yes.”
“And he said yes.”
“Yes.”
Lucas stared at his hands.
“Did you know?”
“No.”
“Does Dad know?”
David.
Maya suddenly realized something.
She had not heard from her former husband in three days.
Lucas was supposed to call him after they landed.
Maya pulled out her phone.
No signal.
Adrian noticed.
“Trying David?”
She looked at him.
“How do you know his name?”
Adrian went still.
Wrong reaction.
Maya stood.
“How do you know my ex-husband’s name?”
