Pretty good, as it turned out. When we got back to the apartment, Wes grabbed a few things he would need in the morning from his room, then turned it over to Greg.
“Sweet.” Greg flopped onto the bed. “Thank you!”
“No problem,” Wes said.
Greg’s easy acceptance of everything eased my fears. Even if Dad never fully accepted me, I knew I wouldn’t be losing my family altogether.
It was late, so Wes and I were tired by the time we crawled into bed, but I was too wired to sleep. Wes turned to me as I snuggled into his side, and he planted a light kiss on my forehead and rubbed my back. “Mike?” he whispered. “I’m not sure how much privacy we’ll have tomorrow, so I wanted to bring this up now, if you’re awake enough.”
I stiffened at the serious tone of his hushed words. But it was a fleeting,
