Maya asked Lucas to meet her at her place.
He didn't delay.
When Lucas arrived, he looked tense, like someone already carrying too much on his shoulders. The ongoing drama with the Thoreau family, the media pressure, it was already a lot.
And now Maya had called him.
That alone meant something serious.
He walked in and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Maya... what is it?" he asked.
Maya stood for a moment, then slowly sat across from him.
There was hesitation in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she started. "I didn't tell you about what I've been doing these past few days."
Lucas frowned slightly.
"What are you talking about?"
Maya took a deep breath.
"I've been digging... into your birth."
Lucas blinked, confused.
"My birth?" he repeated. "Maya, my birth isn't some kind of
