Jesse had been about to make a comment about the mission work, but when Adrian asked him where Jayden was, he closed his mouth again. He sighed heavily, leaning forward, elbows on knees.
"I don't have to tell either of you that Dad did a number on all of us," he began. "But Jay...when I went back to get him, he was so thin. Dad kept him locked in his room without food if he talked back, and he'd basically left him at the mercy of the kids who tormented him."
"When we got back to New York, things seemed OK, but then he stopped...he stopped eating. And one day he finally collapsed, because his heart wasn't beating right. I found him in the entryway." He glanced over at the door, swallowing hard.
"We had to commit him," he said heavily. "They had him on a feeding tube or he would have died. And he needed more help than any of us could give him. So he's at a treatment center for eating disorders. And he actually seems like he's doing a bit better, I just went to see him the other day."
Isaiah had listened to all of this with his mug halfway to his lips. He put it down before saying, "Son of a motherfucking bitch."