MADISONQuickly, I plop down opposite him, my legs folded, my eyes almost disconnecting from their sockets.He didn’t say his mom drowned him, did he? I must have heard him wrong.With a throbbing heart, I ask, “Caden, did you say your mother drowned you?”“Every day, for seven days.” His lips press into a thin line as he watches me gape at him.“Why would she do that? I don’t understand.”I really don’t. Okay, I know Dad was always creating nothing into something to find flaws in Caden. You might even see it as hate, even though some people say a parent can never hate their child.But his mother? As in a whole mother? I never saw that coming.“I don’t either,” he answers quietly, his eyes downcast while his hands play with the fabric of his shorts.I shift closer until our thighs are touching.“What happened?” Flustered, I ask, “Caden, I’d love to listen. Do you really want to talk about it?”He peeks at me briefly, then responds, “She decided to leave after the seventh time.”His mo
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