He swallowed hard, steadying his voice.

“Do you remember your dad, Mason?”

The boy nodded eagerly.

“Yeah. He was tall, like you. Brown hair. Green eyes.”
He paused, his expression changing.
“But then he got strange. He forgot things. Mom cried a lot.”

Lucas felt something twist painfully in his throat.

Green eyes. Brown hair. The same build.

Ryan.

A Woman Who Knew the Truth

“Mason!”