I have to force myself to swallow down the uncomfortable lump building in my throat. “We were just scared.” “Yeah…” he replies, not sounding too convinced. “Later that night, he came back to the hospital and told his mother everything. He told her it was serious. That he was nervous how everyone would react, but that he loved you.” What? He said that? “Dad—" It’s on the tip of my tongue to deny it or to apologize, but I don’t exactly know why. He holds up his hand to stop me. “I don’t need details, but I also don’t want you to lie about it.” “Are you mad?” “A little…but you’re twenty-three.
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