When I found out I was having a boy, I thought of Drew. Actually, I thought of Thea, and for the first time, instead of anger, I felt sympathy. How would it feel, to watch my son sit on a balcony ledge and threaten to throw himself off, even if I thought maybe, just maybe the world would be a better place if he did. Something of my own creation, a beautiful thing, having become twisted and dirty and abusive.
