Jasmine reached for his hand again.
‘But how could I have expected to be? A short, ugly, black kid from the slums of Chicago? What did I have to offer, compared with a prosperous future as a lawyer and the cosy façade of the all-American family?’ Stan closed his eyes, hiding his pain.
‘He said he couldn’t let his folks down. Asked how he could look his mom in the eye and tell her he was in love with another man. “What would become of us, Stan?” he asked me. “It was a beautiful dream while it lasted, but in the end, it was just an escape from the war.”’ Stan turned and looked at her. ‘Imagine what that felt like.’
His eyes were full of tears. ‘But it wasn’t like that for me. I loved him, and I truly believed Jeff loved me. Hell, I know he loved me. But I wasn’t enough for him. You see, J
