"At least let me die knowing the truth. Cutting off contact without a word, what kind of logic is that?"

I wanted to ask him outright why he mysteriously left the country, but the words caught in my throat. Asking so directly felt too desperate, like I cared too much. After a brief pause, I said, "By now, pretty much the whole city knows I’ve got myself a young, pretty boy. And his family? Oh, they’ve got plenty to say about me. You might not mind being a kept boy, but I do ...