SAMANTHA’S POV

"It was Andres…" I said after I'd narrated everything to Lucas. The lost son the old man was looking for was no other person than Andres. That answered all the questions.

Lucas' silence was scary for lack of better words, I'd expected him to scream down the hospital. Or react rashly but he just pulled me closer to him and wrapped his hands around me, the warmth of his hands against my body gave me such security that nothing would happen to me not on his watch.

"That's not all…" I said in a low tone, "Andres name isn't actually Andres," I paused to let the statement sink in. I felt the bunch on Lucas muscle, "It's Andrew Garfield, that's his real name,"

Lucas ran his fingers through my hair, "Tell me more Pumpkin,"

I sat up and folded my hands across my chest, "I believe the old man, he couldn't have lied with such a sensitive matter," I swallowed hard, "Although I didn't tell him anything. I took one of the pictures as evidence…" I shrugged casually, "...a souvenir maybe," Lucas' eyes