Lucas’ POV
I would know him anywhere. I would know the man I once thought was my uncle, anywhere, even though he had an identical twin brother. But the shock of seeing him made me freeze. I was told he had died yet he was in front of me, alive and staring up at me. My heart was leaping fast and a rush of cold flowed over me.
In fear, I stepped back, almost stripping on the steps. I eyed the man lying on the steps with wonder and curiosity flowing through me. He was dead but how was he alive?
“You’re not Henry,” I said with a shaky voice.
“What?” I heard Ruth say.
“Lucas,” Mom called to me from behind.
I had so many questions the more I looked at him. If he had been alive all these years, why had he abandoned me? Why did he stay away when I needed a father? My eyes started to prickle,
