the kitchen table. He looked smaller than he had moments before, his expression turning pensive. After a long pause, he asked a question that I had been dreading for years, one that hung heavy in the air between us. “Do you think… could it be my dad?”
I felt a sharp pang of sorrow in my chest, but I fought to keep my reaction neutral. Adrian’s father was a shadow in our lives, a man who had never once stepped up to the plate. He had never seen his son,
