Hana squeezed his fingers. “Kaito, I’m pregnant.”
Hana was quiet. Then she reached across the table and took his hand. “Do you remember Kenji?” gay japanese culture
“You could tell him no,” Hana offered, though her voice lacked conviction. Hana squeezed his fingers
Tonight, he was waiting for Hana. Hana was his best friend from university, one of the few who knew he was gay—and the only one who understood the double life. She arrived wrapped in a cloud of November chill, her trench coat spattered with rain. “You look like hell,” she said, sitting down. Hana squeezed his fingers. “Kaito