I can’t bear to look him in the eye. I should have told him the minute I came to this forsaken city. “I don’t want to sit down, if you don’t mind. I just want the truth, and no more partial truths or half-truths or anything else resembling a lie. I want the truth. You even told Ron’s little trophy wife more of the truth than you told your own son.” He shakes his head, the treasonous thoughts on the tip of his tongue. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “We were in Mexico, for one thing. I never married your father, and the Catholics didn’t take kindly to that back in the day. You went to Catholic school. It was bad enough you were a gringo from a broken home.” “That explains why you didn’t tell others. It doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell me.” “Ron sent us money while we got on our feet. He always wanted us to come back, but we weren’t compatible, Ron and me. I had nothing but contempt for him, and every time I looked at him, I saw this pale shadow of your father.
