Stupid. Brad stared at the glowing laptop screen and cursed. He should have known better. After Danny left, Brad had put away a few things, then set up his computer to check his email. He hadn’t expected much. He’d closed all of his social media accounts two years ago and he hadn’t shared this particular email address with anyone. It was the secret account he’d used only with Carson. He’d kept it on the off chance—the very unlikely, extremely off chance—his ex-boyfriend would try to contact him. He hadn’t heard from him in over two years. Brad had no idea how to get a hold of him, and God knew Carson wouldn’t want to get in touch. But Brad left the account open just in case. When his inbox had updated, he found the normal selection of spam offering him everything from penis augmentation to cheap medications from Canada. He deleted them as he scrolled down the page. Then he’d seen the name. Patricia Greene. How had his mother gotten this email address?
