Chapter 16

“So many strikes against me. I couldn’t play football, his favorite sport. I didn’t live up to his family’s legacy of tall, dark, and handsome men. Then the coup de grace. I told him I was gay, and he kicked me out. Fuck. You would’ve thought I’d told him I was a notorious mass murderer,” he said.

I pulled him closer. I knew I couldn’t hug away his anger and disappointment, but I could show support and recognition of his pain. My dad had been the same. After he and my mom divorced, he’d remarried and got the huge, overgrown son of his dreams in his new family, even if he hadn’t sired the kid himself.

At one time I’d missed my dad like crazy. But not for at least a decade. He didn’t appreciate me, and I felt the same about him. Fortunately, I’d had a supermom who made up for him.

“What about your mother?” I asked quietly as Ricky gave us a tired wave. We watched him put on his coat and hat to go downstairs.