One night with Mr Blackwell
I whispered, stunned.
“And Dad… he’s not…? I never belonged? I…”
Then I finally met Adrian’s eyes.
Something was off.
His expression… twitched.
Just a little.
A tiny crack in the perfect seriousness.
My stomach dropped.
“Adrian,” I whispered slowly, “why are you looking like that?”
His lips pressed together, like he was fighting something.
Then it happened.
He broke.
He burst into laughter.
Actual, uncontrollable laughter.
He doubled over, hand on his knee, wiping tears from his eyes.