“My father’s name is Luke.” It’s not at all what I expected to hear. I furrow my brow at him. “It is?” “My mom named me after him.” “So you’re a junior?” “Not exactly. I don’t have his last name. They weren’t married, so Ryder is my mother’s maiden name.” He looks sick. “I’m glad I don’t have both his names. Christ. Then there’d be no escape from it at all. At least I have Ryder.” “Why do you need to escape it? You’re not close to your dad?” “He shot my mother in the head and killed her.”