As I continued reading, I discovered that Miles had planned to tell us more about himself when he felt ready. He had feared that his father might not understand, even though he loved him deeply. I remembered every time he had seemed unusually quiet at family gatherings and every conversation I had dismissed as ordinary teenage worries.
Russell sat beside me, reading the letter over my shoulder. His eyes filled with tears. “Why didn’t he tell me?” he whispered. I had no answer. Then Wes revealed something else: Miles had prepared one final surprise for us.
