“So, you’re not going to be mad when I sleep with him?” I ask, and I see him flinch. “I might be a little angry,” he answers flatly, and I know exactly what that means. We can go back to the way things were. Sex being how we punish each other, punish ourselves. How we shed the years of pain and frustration until all that’s left is us. “And you?” I ask, looking at Alistair. “You don’t have a problem with sharing me?” “I’m just trying to keep my family together.” He says it with so much confidence, for the first time I see the father in him.
