The young man's behavior appeared to be that of a prey animal moving cautiously in the face of a predator. Faustino kept a tight eye on his son. He told himself it was all in his imagination because Isaac didn't tighten up or become worried when Cristian's name was spoken. But he couldn't deny the expression in his son's eyes as he stood across the rear yard of the church and gazed at the younger guy the day before. He didn't appreciate the evasive game Isaac was playing with him. They have always been honest with one another. So Isaac's sudden reluctance to tell him what was going on just added to Faustino's worry. It wasn't nice if the guy wasn't speaking.
“Isaac.” Faustino talked slowly and carefully. “Can we be open and honest with each other?”
His son tensely nodded. “Of course, ye
