I’d always been fine with my
mom dating this guy, but I’d never
considered the possibility of him
becoming a permanent addition to
our family. I enjoyed being with
Abel the same way I enjoyed
playing with a tiger cub the first
time I went to a tiger sanctuary: I
liked it, I had fun with it, but I
never thought about bringing it
home.
If there was any doubt about
Abel, the truth was right there in
front of us all along, in his name.
He was Abel, the good brother, the
good son, a name straight out of the
Bible. And he lived up to it as well.