Daddy Lazarus, pt. 11

Jared tells David.

Martha looked up, still dazed, and rested her hand on David’s cheek. “You were always his favorite,” she said. Her soft fingers caressed his face, and he looked down. “You don’t look like him at all, but he loved you more than any of us.” 

“What?” he asked. Jared and Jane, frozen, appalled, stared at him.

Martha put down her napkin to eat a spoonful of so…