The next morning, Hezron awoke with a sense of purpose. He had spent most of the night thinking about his conversation with his parents, and he knew there were more things that needed to be addressed. He needed to ensure his secret remained just that—a secret.
He found his parents in the living room, deep in conversation over their morning coffee. He took a deep breath and approached them, his resolve strengthening with each step.
"Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you again," he said, his voice steady.
His parents looked up, concern and curiosity evident on their faces. "What is it, Hezron?" his mother asked gently.
Hezron took a seat, folding his hands together to stop them from shaking. "I’ve been thinking a lot about everything, and I need to ask you both something very important. I want
