“Does anyone know?” “A few people. His parents know. Maybe five other people besides. Mostly Sh—” He pressed his lips together just in time. “Mostly his friends.” “None of your friends?” “Not yet. No.” “That doesn’t sound even. He has more support than you do in this.” Ilya knew that. Of course it had occurred to him. Sometimes he was even angry about it. “I know.” “Who would you tell, if you could?” Everyone. Ilya would tell the whole world if he could.
