Chapter 5
The drive home was tense. Barely a word was said as the sound of slow jazz played on the car's audio system.
Nathan gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his foot pressing down just a bit harder on the gas pedal. His patience had gone thin, and every time his eyes looked to the rearview mirror to look at an oncoming vehicle, he caught Lilly’s lingering gaze.
She was not even trying to hide it anymore.
Ethan sat calmly in the backseat, his expression unreadable. Sarah, meanwhile, had the biggest smile plastered on her face. She had caught on to everything, and she was enjoying every second of it.
Vanessa, oblivious to the silent events happening in the car, broke the silence. “That was a lovely dinner, wasn’t it?”
No one responded immediately.
Sarah leaned forward slightly. “Oh, it was fantastic,” she said, dragging out the word. “So many… interesting things happened.”
Ethan shot her a warning glance, but she just winked at him.
Nathan sighed, trying to ignore the tension, but then Vanessa’s voice cut through the air again, this time sharper.
“Nathan, what is that on your neck?”
The entire car went silent.
Ethan’s heart nearly stopped. He felt his stomach drop as his eyes darted to Nathan’s reflection in the mirror.
Sarah, of course, was the first to react. “Ooooh,” she teased, grinning. “Looks like someone had an eventful night.”
Nathan barley flinched. He glanced at Vanessa, his face perfectly composed. “It is just a rash, one of the things that made me have to go to the bathroom to check it out.” he said flatly.
Vanessa frowned. “It does not exactly look like…”
“It is a rash Vanessa,” Nathan repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Ethan exhaled quietly, relieved that Vanessa did not push further. But Sarah? She was having the time of her life. She turned to Ethan, her eyebrows wiggling playfully.
Ethan glared at her.
Meanwhile, Lilly was still watching Nathan. She had noticed the mark too, and now she was biting her lip, as if deep in thought. She really did not care about anyone else in the car at that point in time.
Nathan kept ignoring her.
He pressed down on the gas pedal again, speeding toward Lilly’s neighborhood. He could not wait to get her out of the car.
When they finally reached her house, Nathan barley waited for her to step out before saying, “Goodnight.” His tone was polite but distant, dismissing her completely.
Lilly hesitated for a second, her eyes searching his face. When she realized she was not getting anything more out of him, she finally stepped out and shut the door behind her.
As soon as she was gone, Nathan took a deep breath and exhaled.
Vanessa sighed contentedly. “Well, that was nice. She is a very nice girl.”
Nathan scoffed under his breath but said nothing.
Sarah leaned her head back against the seat. “So, Nathan,” she began mischievously, “what is with all the rush? Couldn’t wait to drop off the girl? Didn't even wait to make sure she walked into her home.”
Nathan did not answer.
Sarah laughed. “Jealous?”
Vanessa chuckled. “Oh, Sarah, stop disturbing him. I think it is sweet that Nathan cares about who Ethan dates.”
At that, Nathan finally spoke. “Actually,” he said, keeping his voice neutral, “I would like for Ethan to never see Lily again.”
The car fell silent again.
Ethan’s breath caught in his throat. He snapped his head toward Nathan, trying to read his mood. But Nathan was looking straight ahead, his grip still firm on the wheel.
Sarah let out a small, amused whistle. “Whoa. That was…. direct.”
Vanessa turned in her seat. “Nathan, that does not really seem like your decision to make.”
Nathan’s jaw tightened. “It’s final.”
Ethan blinked. “Wait, what? Why?”
Nathan finally glanced at him through the mirror. Their eyes met for a brief second, but the intensity in Nathan’s gaze sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine.
“I have my reasons,” Nathan said simply.
Sarah snorted. “What, like good reasons or just possessive reasons?”
Nathan looked at the back of the car, this time not from any mirrors, looking directly at Sarah before turning to focus on the road again. Sarah smiled brightly.
Ethan, however, was not amused. His hands clenched into fists. He was not upset about Lilly, not really, he did not even like her that much, but he was frustrated that Nathan did not even explain himself.
Vanessa sighed. “Nathan, you can’t just decide who Ethan is…”
“I do not want to negotiate what I said with anyone,” Nathan repeated, his tone leaving no room for discussion.
The rest of the drive was silent. Nathan turned up the music.
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When they finally arrived home, Ethan was the first to get out of the car. He did not say a word as he walked inside. Sarah followed close behind, she took a quick selfie, and Vanessa sighed before shaking her head and heading toward her bedroom.
Nathan stayed outside for a moment, staring up at the night sky.
Had he gone too far?
No.
He could not explain it to them, at least, not yet, but he knew he was right about Lilly. The way she had acted tonight had only confirmed it. She was not interested in Ethan. She was playing a game.
With a deep breath, Nathan finally stepped inside and headed to his room.
The next morning, Ethan stirred awake, feeling the warmth of another body beside him.
Nathan.
He blinked a few times, taking in the sight.
For a moment, he just stared, his chest tightening with emotions he could not quite put into words. He was surprised, yes, but okay with it.
Nathan’s eyes fluttered open, and when he saw Ethan watching him, he gave a small, tired smile. “Morning.”
Ethan hesitated. “Morning.”
Nathan stretched slightly before turning on his side to face him. “You are not mad about last night, are you?”
Ethan shook his head. “No. I don’t really care about Lilly.”
Nathan studied him. “Then what is on your mind?”
Ethan hesitated again.
Then, after a long pause, he took a deep breath and said,
“I have to tell you something.”
Nathan frowned slightl
y, his expression shifting into concern. “What is it?”
Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest.
He took another breath.
And then…..
It started with a phone call at 10:47 p.m.Nathan was brushing his teeth. Ethan was half-asleep on the couch, a novel balanced on his chest.The call came from Marsha, the caseworker they'd connected with for the foundation planning. Her voice was low, fast, panicked. “We’ve got a seventeen-year-old. Kicked out tonight. No safe family. He’s queer, scared, and refusing to go to a group shelter. He’s asking for you two.”Nathan was instantly awake.“What’s his name?”“Jayden. But he goes by J.”Ethan, now sitting up, locked eyes with Nathan as he put the phone on speaker.Marsha added, “I know this is early. I know you’re not set up yet. But you said—‘Call us if a kid needs someone.’ This is me calling.”There was no hesitation.“Bring him,” Ethan said.They cleared out the guest room in record time.Micah hovered in the hallway, arms crossed. “Are we getting another one?”Nathan smiled. “Not replacing you, if that’s what you’re asking.”Micah looked away. “Wasn’t asking.”But he left
The building smelled like mildew and lost time.Broken windows lined the second floor. The front doors hung crooked on their hinges. Inside, the air was thick with dust, old paint, and something that felt like memory.Ethan stepped through the threshold first.Nathan followed close behind, flashlight cutting through shadows that clung to the walls like smoke.“This is it?” Ethan asked.Nathan nodded. “It used to be a halfway house. Shut down ten years ago. Abandoned ever since.”A single beam of light spilled from a hole in the roof, slicing the gloom like a wound.Ethan looked around slowly. “It feels... haunted.”“Maybe it is,” Nathan said quietly. “But not by anything we can’t face.”They moved through the rooms one by one.Peeling wallpaper. Collapsed ceiling tiles. A mattress left behind in one corner, damp and sagging like a forgotten promise.But there were signs of life too.A drawing etched into the corner of a wall stick figures and a sun.A message scrawled in faded Sharpie
The studio lights were warm, almost gentle.Nathan sat across from the radio host, a calm woman named Mara with soft eyes and a voice like honey steeped in midnight. The show was live, the topic clear: From Controversy to Compassion: Queer Families in the Public Eye.Nathan had done interviews before. Plenty.But not like this.This one wasn’t about defense.It was about legacy.And he wasn’t ready.Mara smiled across the table. “So tell me, Nathan, what has surprised you most about building a new life after everything you and Ethan have been through?”Nathan opened his mouth.But nothing came out.His heart jumped. His breath snagged.The silence stretched. Mara leaned in, gently.“Nathan?”He blinked once. Twice.And then it hit like glass cracking beneath the skin.The weight.Of the years.Of the hiding.Of Lucas.Of Elijah.Of holding Ethan while pretending he didn’t want to fall apart himself.His throat closed.“I… I don’t know,” he croaked, eyes suddenly wet. “I thought I was
Vanessa arrived with two things: a homemade peach pie and a look in her eyes that told Ethan she was about to drop a bomb, one of the good ones, but still explosive.Ethan set down the dish on the kitchen counter. “You only bring pie when someone’s about to cry.”Vanessa smirked. “Guilty.”Nathan glanced up from the couch, where Micah was curled up reading an old graphic novel Ethan had left out. “Everything okay?”Vanessa took a deep breath.“It’s Isabelle,” she said. “She wants to change her last name.”Ethan blinked. “To what?”“Hale-Volkov.”The room went still.Micah looked up from the couch. “That’s your name, right?”Nathan nodded, slowly.Vanessa chuckled softly. “She said she wants people to know where she actually came from.”Ethan sat down at the table, stunned. “But… why now?”Vanessa sat across from him, a smile faltering just slightly. “She told me she watched your roundtable three times. Said it felt like she finally saw a version of herself that didn’t flinch. And I th
Ethan paced the front of the classroom like he used to pace the edges of the lake nervously, always questioning if he belonged. But today, he felt steadier. The topic on the board read: “Write the story you thought you’d never be allowed to tell.” He turned to his students. “You can write it as fiction, memoir, poetry, whatever you need. Just… write what was once forbidden.” A silence settled, not out of fear but reverence. And then pens started moving. By the end of the week, Ethan had read over twenty stories. Each one gutted him. A trans girl’s poem about her childhood name feeling like a haunted house. A nonbinary student’s short story about a tree that only grew crooked when no one was looking. A gay student who wrote a letter to a father who never spoke again after he came out. Ethan wept alone in his office after reading the last one. And when he got home, he didn’t speak much, just hugged Nathan tightly, burying his face into his chest like the world was too heav
Chapter 61 – The Quiet AfterwardsThe first thing Ethan noticed was the quiet.Not the peaceful kind. The kind that made your ears ring. The kind that echoed through you when you’d lived too long with noise.He stood in front of a classroom of twenty-two students, bright eyes, notebooks open, laptops humming. A few whispered, a few smiled. But most just stared at him like he wasn’t real.He cleared his throat.“Welcome to Queer Storytelling: Writing Identity in a Changing World.”He waited.Silence.Then a voice from the back. A girl with close-cut hair and dark lipstick:“You’re the one from the livestream. The love letter guy.”A few students nodded. Someone clapped once before stopping awkwardly.Ethan blinked. “Yeah. I guess... that’s me.”The class warmed slowly.He told them about narrative voice, about writing as survival, about shame as a story passed down that you didn’t ask to inherit.But he also told them about beauty. About joy. About how sometimes, the stories we’re most