They had talked for hours. Lloyd had told Blaine about what it was like, growing up in foster homes. “Mostly, well sometimes, it wasn’t bad. It was…I was always the odd one out. It took a while for me to realize they just wanted the money from fostering me. That no one wanted me.” He’d pounded his fist to his chest. “If they had, someone would have adopted me. Right?”
“I suppose.”
“No one did,” Lloyd had said bitterly. “They’d keep me for a year or three, then it was hasta la vista and I’d be moved on to another foster home. It wasn’t that I did anything wrong, damn it. It was the fact they never cared about me.” He’d scowled when he’d said that.
“Easy there,” Blaine had replied. “You still managed to make something of yourself, from what you’ve said.”
“It was that or end up flipping b
