“I think maybe you can understand having parts of your life you don’t want to share with your family, because they would never look at you the same way again.” Zeke looks Brenton in the eyes, fixing that hard gray stare with his mismatched eyes.
“I…I guess I know what that’s like,” Brenton says, clearly avoiding something, and he looks away from Zeke, breaking the connection. Zeke is so sure he’s right about Brenton. He’s spent every day with him for over a week, which maybe isn’t that long, but it’s long enough to get a read on Brenton, and Zeke has sensed he had a secret from the start, maybe because he, too, has secrets.
But Zeke doesn’t feel like Brenton owes him an answer to the questions Zeke has. If Brenton is closeted, that’s his business. And if he should tell anyone, it should
