Mom climbed down first.
Voss looked at her, broken fury in his eyes.
“You took my son.”
Mom’s voice was calm.
“I raised mine.”
Voss looked at me then.
For one second, I saw the life that might have been. A father at birthday parties. A man teaching me to ride a bike. Someone beside my mother in old photographs without his face scratched out.
Then I saw the truth.
He had not come for me because he loved me.
He came because I was useful.
I stood beside my mother.
“My name is Lucas Miller,” I said. “Not Voss.”
His face went still.
That was the last thing I ever said to him.
The official story was simple.
A retired officer suffered a medical emergency after a school assembly. Captain Rachel Miller assisted in locating him at a private facility. A technology theft investigation was ongoing. No further details were available.
