Back up in our room, Mark flopped onto the bed. “Jesus. I wasn’t expecting him to come out to us.”
I rubbed his arm. “How do you feel about it? Having a gay dad I mean?”
“Don’t know. To kick me out because he couldn’t face who he was.” Mark shook his head. “But then going through life holding in that much pain and self-loathing. Oh, hell, I don’t know what I feel right now.”
“Understandable.”
Mark had a lot to process and I didn’t want to do anything to interrupt that.
“He looks older than I remember. I didn’t expect he’d be walking with a stick.”
“No.”
Mark gave me a squeeze. “Should I let him back into my life? Or should I walk away now I know he’s all right?”
“I can’t answer those questions for you. I’ll support whatever decision you make. But you don’t have to make any decisi
