“Why don’t you want me to talk to your dad?” Jeremy asks, more curious than insulted this time. I reach for his hand and pull on the sleeves of the cream dress shirt. Digging in the bag, I find the small box with cufflinks. “I don’t want him talking to you,” I say as I slip them on. These are plain white gold circles, no engraving or decoration. Simple. My eyes meet his again when I finish with the second sleeve and drop his hand.
