Dad slowly crouched down again, his voice turning gentle, just like the way he used to speak to Ryland."I brought your favorite candy, Callum. Come out and eat some, okay? I won't punish you anymore, nor will I force you to obey my instructions. You can do whatever you want, and I won't play favorites again."I quietly floated in front of him, watching him speak to empty air as remorse and madness filled his eyes.Several times, I almost thought he could actually see me. In the end, though, he was only mumbling to nothingness, his gaze hollow and unfocused.Later, Mom brought him home. His condition never improved. Every day, he went into my room, sat on my bed, touched my pillow, and called out for me."Callum, time to wake up. I made you breakfast… Callum, stop standing there as punishment. Come over here. I'll massage your legs. You must be tired from standing all night…"Callum, I've already straightened Ryland out for what he did to you. From now on, I'll protect you. No on
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