Mara
"What does he want?" Lucian asked, his voice quiet but cautious.
I hesitated, unsure how much to tell him. I hadn’t fully considered the consequences when I asked my father to come. Lucian had already begun making peace with the tragedy, and the last thing I wanted was to give him false hope—only to watch it fall apart again.
Yet if there was even the smallest chance, we owed it to ourselves to explore it. I silently hoped Lucian could withstand the emotional strain.
"Mara?" Lucian’s voice was sharper now, pulling me from my tangled thoughts.
"My father says there might be another option for your son,” I finally admitted carefully. “He thinks it could help."
Lucian’s expression immediately brightened, exactly what I’d feared.
"He could’ve discussed it with you on the phone," h
