That evening he’d taken Rob’s comment to heart—his mother should buy him a train ticket—and snatched the money and run, determined to make a life for himself. Rob had provided him with cash in his pocket to make a start: enough to get away, not to starve or have to sleep on the street too many nights until he found his father.
He hadn’t wanted to find his father solely in the hope for help, but needed that connection. He and his father kept in touch by phone every week now. Without Rob’s money, that wouldn’t have happened. Without a few hundred pounds in his pocket, he might never have found the courage to head out.
Rob was gay? Could it be true? Didn’t mean he had a chance. He’d lived with the man awhile now, Rob having seen him naked the once, and all he’d read on the guy’s face was disgust, anger, embarrassment. Or had he imagined those things? Had he seen what he expected to see? Confused, Lee didn’t know what to think or how to feel.