“Oh?” Izzy said as Trevor began, her eyebrows pulling downward in curiosity. “So, like, adoptive parents?” she offered, trying to help him, before he found his voice once more.
 	She nodded in encouragement of him telling his story. She did not break the short silence during his pause, the emotion that came from him at the revelation making Izzy glance again from the sidewalk to him.
	When he spoke of his mother’s suicide, she gawked at him and how calmly he mentioned it.
	She listened quietly as he continued. She gave him a small, uncertain smile at his quip about hiring a babysitter. When he finished, she could only stare at his almost carefree expression about the whole thing.
	“Sounds like a soap opera gone wrong,” she said slowly, trying but failing at showing the same untroubled countenance. She looked back to the sidewalk as he continued with the present.
	Izzy shook her head at his apology. “You have nothing to be sorry for. [i]I’m[/i] sorry you’ve had to go through all that. Honestly, I’m glad you told me. It’s nice knowing more about you. And everyone needs to vent every once in a while.” She raised her chin slightly. “You know, if your so-called parents can’t see how absolutely wonderful you are, then they’re complete morons. They have no idea what they’re missing out on.” She smiled at him again, this time with sincerity.