Tears spilled down my cheeks as I silently wept for my brother, myself, and the wrongs that could never be righted. Dayne had been seeing a man for months, yet he’d kept the identity of his lover a secret. I didn’t press him for details; I’d trusted my brother’s judgment. Suspecting his lover was married—it’s not an uncommon thing for men to deny their true sexual nature in order to live an accepted lifestyle—I thought if anyone could help the man sort out his longings, it would be Dayne. But never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined the real truth. It wasn’t until I picked up the paper one morning, that I learned my brother had become embroiled in a political scandal. His secret lover turned out to be a long-time conservative councilman who’d been keeping a politically deadly secret—Dayne. The private details of my brother’s love affair with the very married, very Christian, up for re-election, city official was splattered across the front page.
