Chapter 33

Wrong timing. Too soon after his father’s passing. Though he could justify his feelings based on the injuries she inflicted every day, he hesitated to cause her any more pain. With her grieving, instability in the company and at home, every choice he came up with felt wrong. Six months, or even six weeks on, he didn’t know what he would do if his emotions failed to change. Now, he found it difficult enough to talk to her no matter the topic. Breakfast, the day’s news, the weather…A look from her, a question, hearing her clipped tone, and his tongue froze.

What did it matter if he confessed now? She would learn of his homosexuality one day—he intended to tell her—so why not blurt it out?