I’ll never forget what I walked in on that day. I went looking for John in the valley. I found him in a barn. His face was flushed pink and his black hair was wet from sweat. Ecstasy in his eyes. His voice stretched into high pitched whimpers and moans. I watched his tattooed ribs expand and contract beneath his much larger male lover. I never expected it. But it fit the puzzle well enough. Did I blackmail him with this information? Of course, how could I not? After everything he did to me it felt like justified revenge. I told him what I saw and that I knew he was hiding it from Joseph. He said that he’d kill me if I told anyone. I said I wouldn’t tell if he did me one favor: act like he was interested in me whenever Joseph was around. Pretend. It didn’t have to be obnoxious. Just enough to make him jealous. Or sad. Maybe even heartbroken.“I never asked you how you…” I don’t know how to phrase it. “How you knew .”He puts his mug down. “You really want that story?”“If you’ll share it.”He takes out his flask again and adds more to the cup.