Lucas sat on the large couch in the living room, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. One hand pressed against his jaw as he stared blankly at the marble floor. His mind was a storm.
Everything that had happened that evening kept replaying over and over again in his head.
The garden.
The confrontation.
Damein's mother standing there boldly in front of everyone.
And then the words that shook the entire Thoreau family.
"He is your father."
Lucas clenched his jaw.
How could something that big be hidden from him?
How could his parents keep a secret like that for decades?
If it was true, it meant his father had another son.
Another heir.
Another Thoreau.
The thought alone made his chest tighten with anger.
The sound of footsteps pulled him from his thoughts.
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