Jane F & Peter P
He accepted the guidance, sitting nestled into a chair softer than literally anything he'd ever sat on. That was weird. This place probably cost more for one night than he would ever see in his entire life. But it was kind of cool to be invited here.
Huh. Cool. A dad who didn't even want anything to do with his existence. That was about as bad or worse than a mom who had given him away. "I guess that's normal. Teen mom and all."
Oh. Oh god. She really didn't know. His face fell. That was so... God, he felt awful. "I um... The adoption didn't go through. When I was a baby, I mean." Did she honestly think a happy, well adjusted, adopted kid would come to Middle of Nowhere, Indiana? "I um... I've been in the system since I was two." Fourteen months, but who was counting, really?