“You’re not mad if I talk to him again?”
“No.”
“Really?”
I looked at him.
“Noah, nothing you do with Adrian changes what you and I are.”
His eyes filled.
“I wish I’d told you about him sooner.”
“Me too.”
“I was scared.”
“So was I.”
He frowned.
“You?”
“Yes.”
“Of what?”
I laughed slightly.
“That you might meet him, see his nice suit and successful life and decide I was just the guy who filled in.”
Noah stared.
Then laughed.
Actually laughed.
“Dad.”
“What?”
“That is unbelievably stupid.”
“I know.”
“You raised me.”
