“I was hanging out in an underground speakeasy last summer. The place got raided, the police whipped up on me. Alex, Michael, and Joe came to the precinct and got me out.” Jack’s tone was bitter and yet he couldn’t stifle those emotions. “It was a place where homosexuals gather. I didn’t want you to see the scars.” Lamont turned in the doorway, his words emotional. “I will never judge you.”
