Lyric stared at Roland as the words made their way to his brain as he processed what the drunk boy before him was saying. They knew how he had become like this? Did he even want to know?
“Lyric, you had a car accident when you were ten.”
He relaxed a little, sighing as he rolled his eyes. “Yes, Roland. Even I know that.” Roland shook his head as he stared at him.
“Noo,” he said. “There’s more.”
He groaned. “There always is. So, tell me, what did you learn?”
“That your father was drowning in debt. Oh, and that he was an asshole. He was abusive; you went into the emergent room a few times when you were younger, but your mother always said you were a clumsy kid. But from what we say, they suspected abuse; you’ve broken your right arm and left leg. Also, two of your ribs.”
“If they susp
