Then Michael looked straight at Aaron.
“And that’s where your husband comes in.”
I turned to Aaron.
“What are you talking about?”
Aaron swallowed with difficulty.
“I met Michael years ago.”
“What?”
“During college.”
I blinked.
None of this made sense.
Aaron continued.
“I’d been looking for you.”
“What?”
Michael nodded.
“I wanted to honor my debt to your father.”
I looked at both men.
Aaron smiled sadly.
“The problem was that you hated accepting help.”
That was true.
Painfully true.
