“I don’t know anything,” he whispered, taking the hand back and squeezing it. “I just…Scott called me in the middle of night, asking when you left, and then you were here, and your parents hate me and…”
“What? Why?”
“Huh?”
“My parents hate you?”
Jayden coloured. “Um. You’re not in the closet anymore.”
Darren stared. “…What?”
“I just…Scott called saying the police said they found you and they put two and two together and you were here and…”
“What?”
“Okay.” Jayden took a deep breath and calmed himself. It was done now. He just had to say that. “The night you were brought in, Scott had called me asking where you were. And eventually he rang again saying you were here, so Mum and I came here. I mean, you could have been…Okay, well, your mum arrived and was all ‘who the fuck is that’ and I was just…I was upset and I was scared and I wanted to know what was going on because your dad’s an arse and wouldn’t say anything with me around…”