“Because I always felt closest to her. She was a maiden aunt, never had a boyfriend as far as I knew. Didn’t mean she was a lesbian, but…I just felt a closeness to her that I didn’t feel with any other member of my family.”
“You want honey in your tea?” She held up the jar.
John shook his head.
“I take it you also trusted your aunt not to tell other members of your family until you were ready to do it yourself?”
John nodded, seeing where Morwenna was going.
“Mitch’s double identity, if you will, wasn’t my secret to tell.”
They sat drinking their tea, John feeling a little more relaxed. Maybe Morwenna had put something in the tea.
They discussed what Morwenna knew about Mitch, which wasn’t that much. He’d come over to England and Morwenna’s grandmother had taken him in. First Morag, then Morwenna had looked after him, kept his secret.
“I don’t think he’s ever told anyone other than Gran and me about his dual-life.”
John didn’t know what he thought about that.