Dani drove the ten minutes from Zach’s house to the place she shared with Mark in the dark, and only half listening to her son chatter about the day’s events and revelations. She’d been worried about how he would take the news and was pleased it had gone well. There would be questions, she knew, that would pop out here and there for a long time to come. She would just have to handle them as they came. The only thing she was sure of was that Mark didn’t need to know the details about why Zach didn’t know about him. She wasn’t going to ruin his memories of his grandfather with that.
“Well, what do you say Mom?”
It dawned on her that Mark had been asking her something.
“I’m sorry. I was thinking, what are you asking again?”
“I asked if you thought Zach would mind terribly if I called him
