Hardly. “Where are Jamie and Lennon’s parents? Why is she living with her uncle and brother in the first place?”

His brows pinched along with his mouth.

“What is it?” What was it he didn’t want to tell me?

He rolled his eyes, and I knew I wasn’t going to love what he had to say. Or maybe he was irritated that he had to say it in the first place. “Lennon and I met in a chat room on that app. A chat room for kids without parents. Well, in my case, without a dad.”

Fuck. That pain in my chest doubled in size, and I tightened my grip on the phone even more.

“There. Are you happy now?” he snapped out. “We met because of you. So, feel free to blame yourself.” He immediately spun away from me, his shoulders hunching forward as he tore his hands through his hair.

He couldn’t make me feel any worse than I already did. If he needed to be mad at me, I could take it.

I shoved my phone in my pocket, deciding I’d update Izzy later to give Colin my undivided attention like he deserved.

I was tempted to attempt a hug, but something told me he’d blow a fuse if I did. It felt like he’d placed me squarely in enemy territory.

“Lennon hasn’t seen her father in a decade. She doesn’t know where he is, and her mom has an addiction problem,” he said in a more somber, less angry tone. “She’s in rehab in Dublin.”

“You realize how messed up it is that her brother’s selling drugs, and yet their mom⁠—”

“I know.” He whipped around to face me. “Trust me, she knows, too. What’s she supposed to do about her brother’s choices? She’s only sixteen.”

Like you. Too young to be living this type of life. My fault.

“Her mom lost custody of her last year, and her uncle stepped in to take care of her, bringing her over to the U.S. But like I said, he’s as MIA as her dad. Jamie was already bunking at Dylan’s before she moved here,” he said without me prompting, which I appreciated. “A few other random guys live there too whenever Dylan’s gone, which is like ninety percent of the time. I’ve never been to their pad, but Lennon says it’s become like a dormitory. And trust me, I’m not a fan of Lennon sleeping in a house with randos.”

Don’t blame ya. “Daniel O’Brien one of them?”

He visibly cringed, then nodded.

Everything was finally clicking in place. I had a feeling that, unlike Dylan, Jamie and Daniel came to visit from Dublin at some point and never went back. It would explain why they weren’t in any American database.