The drive back from the doctor's house was tense and quiet. Lucas sat beside Maya, staring out of the window, his thoughts a whirlwind of confusion. Maya noticed the clenched jaw, the way his fingers drummed restlessly against his knee. She knew he was trying to process everything they had just discovered.
"I still can't believe this," Lucas finally muttered, his voice low but edged with disbelief. "Margaret... she kept a twin from my father? From me?"
Maya nodded, trying to calm him. "Yes. And not just any child... the twin died at birth. That's why it was hidden. Henri never knew."
Lucas's face tightened. "So... everything she's done... all this time, she's been controlling the narrative to protect herself."
"That's exactly it," Maya replied, her eyes serious. "It wasn't about you, L
