Chapter 8
Most of the next morning passed with Stephan laying prone on the sofa watching reruns of old dramas. Every now and then Ian popped in to check on him, but he’d opted to leave him alone. Presumably to sort things out on his own. Stephan could hear him now and again, puttering around upstairs. One of Ian’s habits when confronted with an issue he couldn’t solve was to rearrange the library, moving the furniture pieces around, cataloging the titles that covered the shelves. Though it bugged Stephan a little to know that Ian’s current unrest was his fault, he couldn’t quite break free of the slump he’d fallen into.
Was it so wrong of him to want the perfect picture? To want his entire family to welcome him with open arms? He kept wandering back over the years, pulling up memories of
