“HOW was it at the ranch, Bobby?” Carol asked, stepping onto his back porch. She helped herself to a chair that flanked the swing he occupied and set her cell phones on the ground next to her.
“It was hard. Every person there helped keep the secret, and then they all sat back and bragged to their friends that their son, nephew, or cousin was the Bobby Kent.” He could hear the bitterness in his voice. When he felt his jaw clench, he took a deep breath and forced it to relax. “I’ve forgiven my father. Now I’m working on forgiving others.”
Carol knew he was right and her heart broke for him. She had been betrayed too, but not by her own family. While she knew they’d never do that to her, she didn’t know how she would respond if they ever did.
She had told her parents about Bobby Kent when
