Adam didn't comment on Jason's mom. His own mother had been permissive, had convinced him that so many of his father's blows had been his own fault. Even so, he couldn't sell her out. If asked to actually condemn his father, even, Adam wouldn't have had the words.

"Where's home for you?" It was as much a question to himself as anything. St. Agnes, he supposed, had been the closest Adam had. Not the trailer park at Antietam Lane. That had been a prison and a place he hadn't been brave enough to leave, bound by so many reasons.