Chapter 18

“At least we both don’t want Jamie to know about my stalker. But your poetry, all those books, wouldn’t your family be proud?” Brenton asks.

“Probably. Proud, shocked, and a lot of other things. And I do want them to be proud of me. It’s one of the reasons I agreed to this job with Jamie and the band. So I can do something they’ll be aware of. I mean, I’ve studied a lot. I have two degrees in different types of literature. They’re proud of that. But I can’t…” Zeke breaks off and takes a deep breath, locking away the dark thoughts that want to spill out.

“I think maybe you can understand having parts of your life you don’t want to share with your family, because they would never look at you the same way again.” Zeke looks Brenton in the eyes, fixing that hard gray stare with his mismatched eyes.