“What are you saying?” Arik asked again, flexing his jaw, while squaring up with his manager. But I didn’t need to be told. I knew what Kiernan meant. I’d been told it my whole life by my grandparents and our manager and my brother. I knew I had to hide who I was and all my father’s secrets if I wanted to make it. Not be too queer, but queer enough to appeal. Use my nepotism, but not make it obvious. The game was rigged with rules they’d never tell us, and navigating it was a nightmare.
