“I’d hoped when I got older, maybe things would improve. But they haven’t, and I kind of believe they never will. My parents are who they are, and I respect that in a way. They weren’t put down on this earth to be mom and dad to me, after all. But, but…”
“It’s all right, Flynn. You turned out so well in spite of them.”
“I don’t know about that, but I do feel pretty hopeless that I’ll ever really be any more to them than just an obligation. I heard them arguing one night—about me—I couldn’t have been more than ten. And you know what my dad said?”
Mac shook his head.
“He told my mom they should have aborted when they had the chance.”
The words hung in the air. Mac sucked in a breath and moved slightly back. Simply saying the words out loud, words Flynn had never spoken to a single human being because he was so ashamed, allowed Flynn to understand how they shocked Mac. They stung Flynn—even now. It didn’t seem conceivable he could have overheard such a thing.