Lucas sat between them, the only sound in the room the faint hum of the fridge and the beat of his own heart. “So,” Mark said finally, “what exactly are you saying?” Daniel met his eyes. “I’m saying I might be Lucas’s biological father. And I want to find out.” Mark didn’t blink. “And what makes you think that after all these years?”
Daniel glanced at Lucas briefly, then back at Mark. “I didn’t come looking. Not until I saw him. The way he moves. The way he talks. It reminded me of her. And of myself.” Lucas shifted in his seat. “You said she never told you.” “She didn’t,” Daniel said. “If she had, I would’ve come back. I never would’ve left it like this.”