DRACO
Right! So that’s how it is. “Thanks, I don’t have to tell you that this conversation goes no further than here. Keep me posted.”
“Sure unc, see you in a little bit.” I hung up the phone and sat in contemplation. My son keeps me on my damn toes. The boy, for all that he’s not of my blood, thinks and acts like me. Still, it’s hell trying to stay one step ahead of him because there’s also another side of him that I’m not privy to.
For that, I go to his best friend, the person I know he trusts most after me. I don’t do it to hinder or hamper him in any way but to protect. It’s the only way I know to keep him safe. As a man, I respect my son’s privacy, but as a father, I can’t afford to be that magnanimous; the stakes are too high. I’ve been feeling like the clock is running out since his eighteenth birthday, but now this new wrinkle just might change the playing field.
