Arctic Ties (boyxboy)

"You're adopted." It's amazing that even at twenty seven, two words can change your life.

"Why would you tell me this now?"

"We thought now was the right time," my mother said meekly releasing her tight hold on my dad's hand in favor of playing with the hem of her skirt.

"How could now possibly be the right time?" I flailed my arms around in frustration. "Lucy's dead, I just lost my job and now you tell me I'm adopted." I bounded toward the door totally intent on leaving the room, "And I suppose you just found me floating down a river on one of your 'vacations.'"

"Actually, it was an island in Maine," my mother piped up very unhelpfully, in my opinion.