He knows almost all my secrets, knows me inside out, maybe even better than I know myself. Except for one thing… I can ponder later, I have to get him home to his parents and get his black eye seen to. They’re so lovely, so supportive of Ethan and his life, they always have been; from the day he went to pre-school dressed as a fairy princess, to the day he came home in tears and told them he was gay. If only my own parents were like that… Before I get any more time to think, we’re in through the door after about half an hour of walking, which usually would have been broken up by a milkshake from the corner store. But this was the day everything was going to change, forever. I knew it with a sickness lying in my stomach.