Elisha shrugged. "I went to the art institute, but that was mostly to keep Aunt Debbie from summoning every psych she knew." Not that he hadn't gone to one or two, but he'd liked having it on his terms. "Having a place I needed to be every day helped. That's why I started at the company, really. After school I was getting itchy, not having something to do."

He finished his drink and looked over at his son. "I can't tell you what to do," he told Ty. "But you need to find something that engages you, enough that you can stand doing it every day. At first you're not going to love anything, but that'll come in time. House flipping...might not be hands on enough, right now." It could be if Ty wanted it to be, but it was also easy to just hand it over to the contractor.

Ty needed something where he had to be there.