Chapter 8

“Look, Mom’s being generous this year. She’s talking about your favorite foods and an adult gift exchange, a real tree, everything,” said Devin. He clearly didn’t give a shit about whatever it was Dom had going on in his life that would cause him to turn down the invitation. In fact, knowing Dev, he probably didn’t suspect Dom was doing anything other than eating frozen food at home alone.

“Sounds like you’ll all have a good time.”

“Did you not hear what I said? Mom wants you there. She misses you.”

Dom clenched his teeth. The terms of his involvement with his family had always been conditional.

“I’m still gay, Dev,” he said, and his brother paused on the other end. “What, is she sick? Why is she suddenly reaching out?”