Lucas paced back and forth near the glass doors. He was more nervous now than he had been since he first faced Sarah when she returned. Outside it was a beautiful day but inside the air conditioning kept it rather chilly. Even a few weeks ago he never imagined he would be waiting at the airport to meet the father he never knew. In fact if not for Sarah pushing him, he might not have finally dialed the contact number he had been given. The conversation, though brief, was still etched into his mind.
* * *
“…Hello, who is this?” a rather gruff voice said.
“Luke.”
“Luke who?”
“…Your son.”
The line suddenly went silent. Lucas held his phone tight glancing toward Sarah who sat beside him listening and waiting. Zoe was already asleep upstairs and they had seen Alan and Kyle off for the nigh
