"On the topic of shitty situations, we should speak about your father, Andy." Andrew winced, and Maxwell tightened his grip on Andrew's hand. Mrs. Proctor pulled herself away from Andrew and with a squeeze of his shoulders, she went back to her wife. She took Kim's hand in her own, giving it a kiss.
"You know who his father is?" Maxwell asked, and Kim slid her gaze to Andrew's hardened expression and nodded.
"Always have. I was the one who helped Dianna clean up after that fucking monster hurt her." Andrew swallowed thickly at the words she used, and Maxwell reached over and pinched Andrew's tight without saying a word. He flinched.
"Andrew says he doesn't want to know, and that he doesn't know." Maxwell said, and Kim nodded.