Dermott’s eyes saddened and guilt smacked Connor.
“I have. I spoke to her pretty regular when she first left. The calls became fewer over the years, but we still talk on the holidays.”
Connor wasn’t sure how to feel about this new knowledge. Dermott had never mentioned talking to his mother. Once, while Connor was in prison and once when he got out. Connor remembered being angry and not wanting to talk to his mother, needing to avoid the disappointment she would have.
“Sorry I never told you. You didn’t want to talk about her. I didn’t want to risk having you disappear because I pushed.”
Connor chuckled. Dermott had pushed plenty when it came to other things. “How is she? And Danny?”
Dermott smiled, relief replacing the sadness. “You should ask them yourself.” He reached for a napkin
