After an affair people hurt. It's a fiction; any concordance with reality is only accidental.
***
Patrick Stevens was about to enter his house when he felt a gun in his back.
"Don't do sudden gestures," he heard a voice.
It was not a firm voice, rather a hesitant one.
"A beginner," Pat thought. "The most dangerous burglar, because he doesn't know what to do."
"Take a few steps," continued the voice.
Pat obeyed.
"Light up the light and sit in the recliner so I can watch you."
After the man executed all the orders, he could look at the aggressor. He was a young mulatto.
"You don't want me, buddy," Pat said. "I have nothing valuable in my home, life is harsh in this town after the recession."
Then he thought better and continued: "I have only my wedding ring. If you want it, you can have it."
"I don't need it," the young man burst out. "Why do you think I'm a burglar, aren't you tired of stereotypes? Tell me why you asked my mother to leave me to marry you!"
Luckily, Pat was already seated, otherwise, he would have collapsed.
"I think you're talking nonsense ..." he managed to swallow.
"Don't say that to the gunman," the young man cried. "Jennifer Vico was my mother, you married her twenty-five years ago. You probably hate kids because you don't have one."
"Look, young man, I don't know who you are and why you play this game with me. When I met Jenn, she was single, with no strings attached. As for the offspring, of course, I wanted them, I have a lot of siblings, only that she resisted. "
The one with the gun sat on the couch; he looked a little disappointed.
"I can't believe you didn't check it out," he continued in a faint voice.
"This is now, I'm an average man, with limited resources. Anyway who searches the wife's past? Who asks if she abandoned a child? You can have your gun or not, but all this story seems crazy to me. If you want to kill me, do it faster! "
"Don't hurry like this, mister suicide," the gun holder responded. "First of all, I want to clarify the situation. Your wife is really my mother, I learned this from my adoption file."
"I thought this was a secret," Pat replied.
"Of course it is!" the young man rang. "But there are corrupt officials too!"
"I'm sorry for your suffering, buddy, I don't know what to say. I repeat, she never said a word about you; in fact, she didn't like any talk about children. Now, if I'm thinking, I find it odd."
"Would you married her if she was a single mother?"
"Look, that's just a strange question. I don't know what to answer; probably not, but it doesn't matter, because it never happened."
Pat watched the younger with more attention, he had pleasant traits.
"Maybe that makes me your stepfather. If it's not too late, we can try to get to know ourselves. What's your name?"
"I'm Dylan, but don't name me your stepson, not even in a joke, if you don't want me to shoot you. I already have a father and a mother, my adoptive parents. "
After a short pause, the intruder continued:
"Speaking about knowledge, you live in a fog."
Patrick shrugged.
