"I know my mom. If I admitted how I felt about her, how I wanted her she would feel like it was her fault, feel like she did something wrong." He shook his head, "I won't ever let her feel that way, I love her too much for that."

"Brian, your mom must be a hell of a woman to raise a son like you." I took his hand and squeezed it, "Seriously, that's so sweet."

"You have a son, Molly?" He asked, "Bet you do."

"No, I don't have any kids." I felt bad lying to him, but nice kid or not, he didn't need to know my personal...