Chapter 103: The Irony of Jonathan Winters

Kai’s P.O.V I sat there, the room seeming to spin as my father’s words sank in, reshaping everything I thought I understood about Jonathan Winters. This man, who’d become a giant monster in my life, who had practically disowned his son for being himself…had once loved another man deeply. And yet, somewhere along the line, that love had twisted into bitterness, that grief into hatred. “How could he…?” I muttered, almost to myself, my voice heavy with disbelief. “How could someone who’d loved another man so much, who’d lost so painfully, turn around and become so… so disgusted by his own son?” My father sighed. “Grief changes people, Kai,” he said softly. “You have to understand, see it in his perspective, that sometimes it turns them into something they don’t even recognize. Jonathan may have loved Matthias, but he was also crushed by the loss. I think, in some twisted way, he blames himself for what happened and has spent years trying to erase that pain any way he can… even if that mea