Chapter 284. Lake's Question.
LUCIAN
It came on a Tuesday evening. Which felt appropriate.
Lake had been in bed for twenty minutes. In theory. In practice, he was lying in the dark doing what he always did before sleep came. Narrating things quietly. Working through whatever the day had left unfinished. Occasionally remembering something important that required him to call out to me in the hallway.
I was passing his door when he said, "Dad."
"Yes," I said, pushing it open.
He was on his back, looking at the ceiling, the star nightlight sending its familiar scatter across the room. He had the expression he used when he'd been thinking about something for a while and had finally decided the thinking was done and the asking should begin.
"Is Cameron going to be my dad?" he said. "For r
