Eleven
Supposition
Dr. Peter Gray found his adopted son hunched over his desk, his head in his hands. A check of the room revealed the man was alone, but the sofa bed was open, the sheets and blankets bearing testimony of a restless night.
“Whoever you are, I’d like some privacy please.”
“Not until I get the story straight from the horse’s mouth,” Pete replied.
Robin’s head jerked up. Exhaustion lined the young man’s face, making him appear twenty years older.
“Hi, Dad.”
Striding over to the only empty chair, he started to park himself, thought better of it, and remained standing. “I need some coffee. How ‘bout you?”
“No, thanks. I’m good.”
After helping himself to a cup, Pete returned to the chair and made himself comfortable.
“How did you hear about it?” Robin inquired before
