Chapter 1Decaying leaves crunched beneath Calvin Schumacher’s heels, and not for the first time, he wished he’d worn different shoes. Every step rattled through the cemetery. He kept his gaze forward, locked on the back of the minister, but he just knew everybody was looking in his direction. They did more than look. They whispered. No amount of unraked foliage could mask that.
“Who’s that?”
“Ted’s son.”
“Ted had a kid?”
“I think he lives in New York. An artist or something.”
“Ted never said he had a kid.”
“Didn’t you know? He’s gay.”
“Oh. That makes sense then.”
Did it? Calvin wanted to whirl around and demand what his sexuality had to do with anything, especially on the day he was burying his father. But it would be a waste of energy. Nobody would change their mind. They’d made t
