“Anything.”

“Who was my father?”

I had expected the question someday.

I had never expected it while my son stood at the foot of a hospital bed wearing socks with little blue whales.

“He was a boy named Jonah Reed,” I said.

“And I need to explain why I never told my parents.”

PART 7

Jonah had been nineteen, an apprentice electrician from the next town.