“Then why did Mom keep his picture?”

I said nothing.

He looked at me.

“That lady told you something, didn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“About my dad?”

“I’m trying to understand everything first. Once I do, I’ll tell you.”

Lucas stared at me.

“You always tell me not to hide things because I’m scared.”

“I know.”

“So are you hiding something?”

“Yes.”

His honesty deserved mine.

“I need a little time. But I won’t leave you wondering forever.”

He nodded.

Not happily.

But he nodded.

And now I had no excuse not to find the truth.

An old school program gave me the boy’s first name.

After several wrong profiles, I finally found him online.

I sent one message.

My name is Elizabeth. I’m Teagan’s mother. I need to speak with you.

Two hours later, he replied with one word.

Lucas?