Well, that was probably true. Regardless of what Hadyn wanted to believe, Ty was a simmering pot of....whatever it was that was buried so very deep inside.

"Maybe," Hadyn said as he moved closer to Elisha and sat next to him. "But...maybe we haven't done enough on our part either." It didn't seem fair to blame themselves for being left behind, but...they were parents. "He hasn't needed us for a long time, it was almost like he never...really needed us at all."

Which was the problem, he supposed. A parent just wanted to be important to his kid. "Do you remember when he was about ten, and....he was skateboarding, I think, and fell. Just...busted himself up pretty bad. Only, he didn't go home or even a friends. He walked, bleeding, down to the corner store and tried to buy all the bandages he'd need by himself. If Alan Goldstein hadn't called you, I don't think we'd ever have found out about it."