any of the parenting.
Something bitter rose in me.
“He’s got a lot of nerve,” I said.Adrian’s eyes lifted. “So you think it is him?”
“No,” I answered too quickly.
Then added, “I don’t know.”
He dropped heavily into a kitchen chair.
“What if it is?”
I looked at my son, legally an adult for only a few hours and suddenly looking twelve again.
I knew I had two choices.
I could dismiss it and tell him to forget the whole thing.
Or I could face it with him.
