His eyes widened.
“Used to,” he said. “Long time ago. Why?”
I could barely get the words out.
“He was my father.”
He looked at me, then back at my son. “Then I guess that makes you… family.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know if I wanted to know the truth.
But when he reached for the sandwich with trembling hands, I saw the tattoo on his wrist.
The same one my