"Get in contact?" A sound located somewhere between a sob and a hysterical laugh escaped him. Michael ran a hand through his bangs, making them stand up oddly. "Lavender, that man..." He pressed his lips together and took a deep breath before continuing.
"My mother didn't know him and she didn't want to...you know...with him." He couldn't say it. There was no way he could. Michael gulped and pressed his hands between his knees to keep them from trembling. "If I get into contact with that man, then it's only to hex his balls off."