He didn’t speak for a long time. “I didn’t know,” he said finally, almost whispering. “Lucas, I swear to you—I had no idea she was even still talking to him. I knew of him, yeah. From before. But I thought that was over when we got together.” Lucas let out a shaky breath, the heat in his chest dulling into something heavier. “Why wouldn’t she have told you?”
“I don’t know.” His father shook his head, eyes far away. “Your mom wasn’t secretive. Not usually. But she was… complicated sometimes. Especially when it came to the past.” Just then, Dana’s voice rang out from behind them, sharp and too loud. “Oh, great. So he’s not even your son now?” Both of them turned.