“Can we touch on the best way to tell him? I just—” My voice breaks, and it takes me a second to regain my composure. I swallow. I blink. I roll my lips together. And then I feel a big, warm hand on my knee. One I wasn’t expecting. One I have no idea how to feel about. And one I can’t look away from. Tan skin, thick fingers, streaked with veins.
