In the Christoper’s kitchen, Frank and I wait by the oven for the pizza to heat up. We were quiet for a long while, listening to the creak of the oven as it heated up.
Then, out of nowhere, Frank looked at me and said, “We approve of your relationship with Logan.”
I startled so hard that I had to place a hand on the counter to keep from falling over. “How did you know?”
Frank gave me a flat look. “Did you think you could hide the way you smile when you talk about him? At first we thought you might just have a crush. But seeing the way he looks at you… We might have been separated from Logan for a time, but we still raised him. We know what love looks like on his face.”
I couldn’t hide my smile now, as I slowly recovered myself.
“Do you deny it?” Frank asked.
“No,” I replied. “Logan
