It isn't like it's nice to hear, but it does make Beverly feel a little more comfortable with the subject, knowing that he had a hard time at home, too. Not everyone gets it, or they'd just pity her, and she doesn't need pity or confusion, someone insisting that no one could possibly do that to their own child. People do. She isn't the only one who's been through that. Glancing over at Jamie, she takes a deep breath, nodding in understanding before she continues. He's told her something personal. She can trust him with the same.

"I'm sorry, too," she says, completely sincere. There's not much else to say to something like that, no way to change what happened or make it better. "It's... hard. When you don't feel safe where you're supposed to." She swallows hard. "Mine used to, um. Touch me? And then I hit him over the head with the toilet tank cover."