“I wish I could bring you home with me,” Evan said.
His husband’s mouth opened. Evan imagined they’d argue and held up his finger.
I was too young to know what it meant. You can’t know what things mean when you can only see things as they seem with young eyes. Experience leads to context and there’s no way to find the context that hides between lies. Not when you’re only seven.
My name is Daniel Blairs. I’ve always been Daniel Blairs. Up until last week, I’d had a pretty successful run as a part time author, part time stay-at-home dad.