Chapter 43

Back then, it had just been about the top surgery. And that had been hard enough. Two years of appointment after appointment after appointment, just to get that. Hormone therapy, after having a baby? Andreas had no illusions that would be any easier.

So no.

He knew better now.

He’d not be telling the psychiatrist anything.

* * * *

Erik lost.

He’d been hesitant about going abroad this year. What with a new baby and Andreas still not being quite right, he’d wanted to stay at home. Just be them. A family. Where even he was figuring out that not a lot could go wrong.

But he lost. Jo booked a family-friendly hotel by the beach in Valencia. Lauren booked flights. Andreas complained about the Valencian accent, and grumbled that he’d voted for Barcelona.

Right up until the morning of the trip, Erik wondered if he wasn’t the only one who was remotely sane.