I was standing close enough to Lewis to hear every word on the phone.
The voice on the other end sounded calm and professional. "Mr. Julian and Mr. Adam are not father and son. However, they are related by blood."
For a second, the world felt like it tilted.
Lewis's fingers tightened around his phone. His voice turned firm and controlled. "Send the identification documents immediately. I want every detail."
"Understood."
The call ended.
Lewis lowered the phone slowly. Out of habit, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. His thumb pressed against the lighter, but when he noticed I was right beside him, he paused. After a brief hesitation, he put the cigarette back.
"Lewis," I called softly.
I had heard everything.
Guessing and suspecting were one thing. But when those suspicions turned into facts, it became heavy. Too heavy.
