That little hand squeeze sent a thrill through him, and Armaan felt like he might burst into tears again. His Freddie. They were sitting here, talking, touching…things could be okay again. God, all he wanted was for things to be okay again.
“She told me exactly who he was,” Armaan nodded. “And her family was more religious than she was and so I didn’t really grow up in it with her, but we heard stories when we were together. I knew the basics. But more than anything, I knew he fucked off when it suited him. My mother was a kid with a kid. And I-” Armaan breathed out slowly, and then he said, “oh my god. All of this is projection. All of it. I’m so mad. I’m so angry at him. Why didn’t I ever realise I was so angry?”