"I honestly don't have any idea," Ky said. "He never mentioned them. Never had any visit; never went to visit any of them. Never sent or received any correspondence from any of them as far as I ever saw. He..." She exhaled sharply, suddenly remembering a memory that she'd locked away. "Said his father was dead. I remember that now."
She took a deep breath, remembering the conversation.
"I think his father treated him poorly," she said, voice quiet as she stared at her knee. "He only mentioned him once, though. At least, I think that's what he meant. He said our fathers had one thing in common, and that I was lucky mine died before he realized what a fuck up I'd turned into." She looked very small and solemn, jaw tight, but wasn't making eye contact. "I assume that the thing they had in common was not being alive, though I suppose he didn't say it outright."
