The first time I really noticed the difference between Lucas and Adrian Walter, it was because of the way they looked at me.
Lucas looked at me like I was just another person in the room.
Adrian looked at me like I wasn’t supposed to be there.
It was late afternoon when I found them both in the backyard.
The Walters estate stretched farther than I expected. Behind the house was a wide open field, trimmed grass rolling out toward a line of tall trees. A small private rugby post stood at one end of the field.
Lucas was there already, kicking a rugby ball across the grass.
He moved easily, like the field belonged to him.
The ball spun through the air and dropped perfectly between the posts.
Lucas grinned to himself.
“Still got it.”
I stepped onto the grass carefully.
“Impressive.”
