AJ steepled his fingers together as he tried to accept the new things that he had learnt. For two decades, he had assumed that his father had been the one to cheat. And no one, not even his grandfather had ever corrected him. Why?
And who was the lover that his mother had? She had actually left to go to him? There was only one person who could give him answers. It was his grandmother. But he did not think he had the courage yet to trust any more revelations.
A pair of arms encircled his neck and Amy leaned down against him, placing her chin on his head as she held him quietly. "Amy..."
