“My parents let me off on Main Street and drove away,” he admits, shrugging his big shoulders. “That’s the last time I was hugged, just before that; I think my mom felt guilty about it.” “They … what?” I query, blinking at him in surprise. “Your parents dumped you on the side of the road?” He shrugs again. “Not my real parents anyway. I was adopted when I was three. We were on a road trip, and they got in an argument; I remember them agreeing to a divorce. Then they both looked back at me, and that was it. They said goodbye and dropped me off.” His smile hardens over with a fresh sheet of ice,
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