"Ethan's father."
The words echoed in my head.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Ethan looked like he couldn't breathe.
"That's impossible."
Lucas didn't argue.
Didn't shout.
Didn't defend himself.
He simply watched us.
The way someone watches people discover a truth they aren't ready for.
"I thought that too," Lucas said quietly.
"You expect us to believe this note?" Ethan snapped.
His voice was shaking.
Not from anger.
From fear.
Lucas nodded.
"No. I expect you to remember."
Silence.
The lake behind us seemed darker now.
As though it had been waiting years for this moment.
"