This chapter and the previous ones resemble the song ‘Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call’ by The Bleachers. “But you should know that I died slow running through halls of your haunted home and the toughest part is that we both know what happened to you, why you’re out on your own”
I feel bad for the kids. They know what they are doing and how they feel but the trauma they felt is what keeps on holding them back. If any of you who comes across this comment plans to become a parent someday. Don’t be an insane one or your kids will end up like these 2.
4 years passed and none of them have been brave enough to talk the hell out about the past