I recalled the little boy who used to cry quietly under his blanket. I just wanted to hold him and tell him that it was going to be alright and that everything was behind him. I wanted to let him know that he was wonderful, he deserved good things, and he had finally gotten away from all that unhappiness to start living for himself.I became more accustomed to life in Brightvale as time went by; my grades were steadily improving, and my part-time job was going really well. I slowly built up some savings and no longer had to walk on eggshells around anyone.It went on like that until six months later, when I logged into a social media account I hadn't used in a long time and saw a direct message from Henry. I had blocked him everywhere else, so this was the only way he could reach me.Henry sent me a few super long messages. He wrote that after I moved out, Dad fell seriously ill and spent his days dazed, calling out my name while his physical condition got much worse. Mom was re
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