“I need to talk to my own lawyer before we tell Bruce anything.”
I looked at the DNA result.
“No,” I said. “I won’t be the third person to do this.”
Bruce would be told with me there, in a way he could handle. Douglas could be his father, but he would build that relationship at Bruce’s pace.
Seven missing years didn’t disappear because a lab said so.
“I won’t be the third person to do this.”
“Whatever pace he needs,” Douglas said.
Then he asked whether there was any chance we could eventually fix us.
Douglas’s eyes filled.
“What we had was real. I love you. Doesn’t any of that matter?”
“It mattered enough that you should have trusted me with the truth,” I said.
“No.”
I took off my engagement ring and set it between us.
he asked whether there was any chance we could eventually fix us.