When Julian's biological mother, Esther, was still in college, she had been pushed into a blind date. One careless night led to a pregnancy, and Julian came into the world that way. Back then, she was only about ten years older than Lewis.
For a brief moment, a thought slipped into my mind.
Had Lewis loved Esther?
The idea startled me, but I dismissed it just as quickly. It sounded foolish.
A flower was just a flower. On the day of my funeral, Lewis had placed a single rose on my grave too. That didn't mean anything. I was overthinking it.
Still, curiosity crept in.
"Were Lewis and Esther close?" I asked.
Julian's expression shifted. His voice dropped. "Lewis's leg… was injured because of my mom."
Before I could ask more, he opened the car door, picked up a bouquet of daisies, and walked toward the grave.
I stayed behind and watched through the window.
