“Do another one!” Nate commands. “Slaayyy, bro.” Rene looks at Nate for his approval and Nate beams over at him with a look I don’t think I’ve ever seen him give another adult. “Did you just say, ‘Slay, bro?’” I ask, unable to hide my amusement. This. This is what it would be like to come home to a man who loved my son.
