The car was already running.
Silent, temperature-controlled, filtered air and soft grey leather. William sat in the driver's seat, posture perfect, hands at ten and two. He didn't say a word when Lucas opened the door. Just tilted the mirror to catch the reflection of the man stepping in behind him.
"Welcome back, sir," he said.
Lucas slid into the middle row, his father moving with unbothered precision beside him. Ava followed last, slamming the door with more force than necessary.
The locks clicked into place.
For a moment, the hum of the electric engine and the low vibration of acceleration were the only sounds.
Then Ava said, "You lied."
Bai Sr. didn't turn his head.
"You'll need to narrow that down."
"You said I was adopted," she said flatly, staring ahead.
Lucas looked between them.
