His suspicion was spot on. He was not a Lootwell.
Lucien's throat went dry.
The parents who had raised him.
The ones who gave him their name and who treated him as their own.
They had never been his parents by blood yet they had given him everything that mattered.
And in truth, Lucien didn't care.
Blood alone never made someone a parent. One could share blood and still fail as family.
What he had with them had been real.
Every smile.
Every hardship.
Every moment.
That was enough.
Lucien treated them as his real parents.
But... They were no longer in this world.
...
Still, the truth still pressed heavily on him. His heart wavered under the weight of it all.
His real parents...
Luke and Cienna.
They, too, had left this world... before he could even see their faces.
'Cruel. This world is too cruel.'
Lucien exhaled slowly.
At last, the puzzle pieces were falling into place.
