I told Everett everything else, though, every gross detail of my father’s words and motives. For the first time in my life, I allowed someone else to see how worthless I am in my parents’ eyes. The throwaway kid—the lost cause. He held me through it, whispering reassurances in my ear. I could see rage and devastation on his face, but he didn’t voice any opinions of his own. He only listened. I’ve never had someone do that for me either.
