But then everything fell apart.My mother and father wouldn't stop fighting. I would overhear them yelling about betrayals, money, affairs, broken promises and worst of all- me. Then I was assaulted in our very own home and nowhere was safe anymore. The bond that had held my parents together dissolved and when I was thirteen, found myself being uprooted from everything familiar, cut off from the paternal half of my family- pater familius included- and any sense of belonging.After we moved out to Washington, I stopped being able to reach Kiernan by phone. Undeterred, I started emailing him, telling him about my new fancy school, Bruce's mansion, Seattle's music scene, with selfies or pictures of my latest sketches attached. Then, when he stopped responding to those, I sent a fat envelope directly to Sectio Divina with FOR MR. KIERNAN DEVRIL DELANEY written in bold letters, as if daring him to ignore it.The day this was returned, unopened, Return to Sender scrawled in my father's fami
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