"Hello, Maya."
My heart stopped.
Lucas.
Alive.
Standing right in front of us.
Twenty years of questions.
Twenty years of guilt.
Twenty years of believing he was dead.
Gone.
Just like that.
For a moment nobody moved.
Then Ethan took a step forward.
"Lucas?"
The man smiled sadly.
"You still remember me."
Ethan looked like he had seen a ghost.
Maybe he had.
Because ghosts weren't always dead people.
Sometimes they were memories that refused to stay buried.
"You..." Ethan swallowed hard. "You survived."
Lucas laughed softly.
Survived.
Such a simple word.
Such a dangerous wor