of this, and we will never speak again. Do you understand?’
My mother looked down at her lap, tears finally welling in her eyes. The shame she felt now was different from the shame at our wedding. This was the shame of a person who had finally been confronted with the vastness of a soul they had tried to diminish.
My father nodded slowly, his head bowed. For the first time in his life, he seemed to see Jordan for who he truly was—a giant among men, not because of
