“And that’s just it, right?” Joey pushed from the table too. “Danny gets a free pass no matter what he does, because he’s your realson. You swear up and down that you were never treated differently,” he spun to face Stella, “but Danny bails and bails and bailson us, and his mind’s just elsewhere? Why does he even still live here?”
“Joey, you don’t understand—” John tried.
“No, I don’t!” The boy whirled on Danny again, glaring with all the hatred Danny felt toward himself. “You got to have both parents until you were twice my age, and you wallow around like the only thing in the universe is you. You’re not the only person who lost a mom that night! I can’t believe Zeusand someone as selfish as you can exist in the same city.”