Chapter 5

George laughed. It was a startled laugh, but a laugh nevertheless. “No. You were his only lover.”

I wanted to believe that. I had believed it until recently. But I looked away, unable to meet George’s gaze.

“Dane, I’m not lying about that,” he said gently. “Donald worshipped you. You meant the world to him.”

I whispered, “Then who are they?”

George’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I’m not the one who was supposed to tell you.”

“Who was?”

“Donald. He was going to tell you about them.”

“Well, he’s…he’s not here to tell me about them or anything, is he?”

“No. I’m sorry, Dane.”

“I know. Who. Are. They?”

“Bobby is Donald’s son, not his lover.”

I stared at George, wondering if he would sprout a second head. “His son? Donald doesn’t have a son.”

George sighed and looked toward the large formal dining table. “Maybe we’d better sit down for this.”