Lucas's p.o.v
My son. My blood.
I really had a son with Martha. It was very hard to believe but my heart chose to buy whatever lie or truth they were telling me. My guard was completely down and my reason wasn't with me. I was also very happy to know that Martha was alive, yet somehow furious over knowing that she had pushed me away while she was carrying my child.
I looked at the window with a low sigh.
After an hour of tears and heartache, I gathered my strength to ask Pablo to take me with him to meet Martha. He was hesitant for a few minutes but quickly nodded and gave in.
We immediately hit the road and kept awkwardly quiet. There were a lot of things I wanted to tell him. Just not in front of Mark. I couldn't understand why they were together and seemed lik
