Chapter 56

“I guess I said that about a mom and dad because sometimes I don’t really feel like I have parents. Sure, they’re alive, living in relative splendor just across Lake Washington in Bellevue. They gave me so much growing up—tennis lessons, riding lessons, swimming at the club in the summer, trips to Spain, to England, to France. Cruises. The best clothes. On my sixteenth birthday, a bright red brand-new Beetle waited for me in the driveway of our house.”

Mac whistled. “That doesn’t sound too shabby, Flynn. I lived in a trailer, and getting takeout pizza on my birthday was the height of luxury for me.”

“I know. I know. And I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. Probably to your ears, I’m sounding like a spoiled brat who has a lot of nerve complaining.”

“So what’s the problem with your mom and dad, then?”