Soon, those eyes find me.
The rest of the room goes away as he looks at me and I look at him. He holds my gaze for one long, aching moment. I see everything in those storm-cloud eyes—love, regret, apology, goodbye. A whole lifetime of what could have been compressed into a single look.
Then his gaze shifts over. It settles on Kir, standing rigid a few spots over.
Father and son regard each other in silence. I don’t know what Lukas’s eyes say to his boy, but it seems like it lasts a long, long time.
Eventually, though, Lukas turns back to the microphones. Leans forward. Clears his throat.
“Eighteen years ago,” he begins, “I killed my wife.”
@aaborowski_nyc: why is #lukaslazarev trending what did i miss
@kels_mktg: CNN IS LIVESTREAMING FROM THE PRECINCT. he's about to make a statement
