Kiara covered her mouth. Her knees nearly gave out. “I thought—I thought someone had grabbed him.” She whispered the words like a prayer gone sour. “I thought he was taken.” Daisy met her eyes. “We never knew who he was. But we never stopped loving him like he was ours.”
Lucas said nothing. The room felt like it had turned inside out. The floor might as well have buckled. His entire life—his foundation—was suddenly made of someone else’s sorrow. He was someone’s miracle and someone else’s tragedy. Both truths colliding in the middle of his chest like stars.