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Lucas’ POV

I didn’t want to believe him. He could be lying. There was no way, absolutely no way this was true. Dad could never do this. Even though I knew him as an uncle, he could never do such a thing. He was a kind man, a man full of laughter and jokes. There was no way he abandoned Matt and whoever his mother was.

“I know you don’t believe me because you were dad’s favorite,” he said with strong venom in his tone. “I was born two years before you were born, and I knew nothing at my age. All I remember was my mother taking care of me until I turned thirteen. The only memories I have of that man was how he fought with my mother every time he visited. How my mother cried every night. I hated him so much. I hated him with my whole heart and wanted him gone.”

I could see the raw anger and hate swimming in his eyes. It was scary. His eyes were darker, and it made him appear feral.

“When I found out he died, I was happy. I was glad because it was better, he was dead than for me to know I