“Well, I hope you understand why I couldn’t tell you about him.” “And yet, here I am,” he mutters over the rim of his glass. “If you want me to apologize for putting my son first, I won’t.” “I never asked to be first,” he replies spitefully. “You have no idea what we’ve been through, Clay,” I reply angrily. “You’re right. I don’t. Because you wouldn’t tell me, Eden.”
