different name. Travis waved it off before Lucas could respond. “Kids get mixed up. It’s nothing.”
But it didn’t feel like nothing.
That afternoon, Travis announced a “surprise” father-son trip to his mother’s house. He insisted I go home and rest, even calling a cab for me. Something about his tone felt rehearsed.
Instead of going home, I asked the driver to follow them.
They stopped at a house I had never seen before. Lucas jumped out of the car and ran straight toward the backyard pool—like he knew exactly
