Lukas let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.
"A lot," he admitted. "I've already asked my dad so many things, but he… he could only tell me what he knew. And he didn't know everything. There are questions only she can answer. And I—" He swallowed. "I've been thinking about them for years. Even before this life."
Joanna nodded slowly.
"Then meet her," she said, her voice steady but gentle. "If not for anything else, then for closure. For your own peace of mind. So you don't have to keep wondering 'why' every time the thought of her crosses your mind."
Lukas closed his eyes again as her words sank in. She was right. Completely right.
He had spent an entire lifetime not knowing.
An entire lifetime assuming.
An entire lifetime with a cold space in his heart where the story of his mother should have been.
Now, whether he liked it or not, he finally had the chance to hear the truth from the only person who actually knew it. Directly, unfiltered.
