I knew Isabella’s Grandpa, Mateo, was quite old-fashioned. And very blunt in his words. In fact, on many occasions, I have to say I had found him quite amusing, especially after he had had a few drinks. Uncle Gabe was nothing like his Dad in that regard, I don’t think. Maybe in the way that they both had a seriously unique sense of humor, but anything more than that, then no. But right now, I was not finding Mateo funny. Far from it. His words were cutting. Harsh. And I could see the fear in Isabella’s eyes. Not to mention the pain and the upset. This was exactly what she had been fearing, and despite all my reassurances, it was happening...
I was lucky when it came to my family. I knew that. They were incredibly open and understanding. And when I spoke to them about my sexuality they had
