David sat in the passenger seat feeling like every cell in his body was stretched to the limit. He was almost sure that his father knew about his relationship with Gustav, but he was afraid to ask to be completely sure. Because if he was wrong and his father didn't know, David would expose himself this way.
Besides, even if his father guessed that David had something special with Meiden, he might not have a clue what it was. How far his son had gone in this relationship and whether he was taking it seriously or if it was just a meaningless adventure for him, an original experience of his youth.
Well, he wondered, and if his father guessed something, suspected something, was it the same with his mother?
David wanted to know, but was afraid to ask. He surreptitiously looked at his father.
"What is it?" asked his father taking another turn on the road. "What aren't you saying?"
