We were in bed and Cole had been sleeping soundly in my arms when I remembered I had something to confess. But it wouldn’t be tonight. And it would be only if it was necessary, like on the need-to-know basis.
“Ryan, for fuck’s sake. This doesn’t look anything like Sam. For one, this is a picture of a beautiful, serene little puppy. Isn’t he cute?” I wanted to reach out and hug him. I remembered Sam when he was just a baby, and I almost cried.
“You never gave me a picture of Sam as he is now. I did the best I could, Daniel.”
“Where did you find that picture?”
“It was the Christmas card you sent out with you, Sam, and Cole. You know the one where you tell everyone how happy you are and everything you did as a family that year.”
I stared at Sam’s picture remembering him as a baby. “Those were wonderful times—”
“And then he grew up,” Ryan said. A narrowed glance, a furrowed brow parading across his face.