He told me I’d forget once he was gone and I promised I wouldn’t. Snuggling into me, she speaks into the side of my neck. Very wary and suspicious.” Then she says something that makes my chest ache. Not wanting help from anyone, especially me. She must feel it because she laughs softly. She inhales deeply and replies on an exhale, “He tried to fight me.” And I smile at her temple. Pulling her hand to bring her closer to me, I wrap an arm around her waist and she buries her face into my neck. And when he fell, even though I was just a kid, I couldn’t imagine leaving him there, all alone and scared.” She whispers again, “He was just a boy. Her voice sounds pained, and my heart races. And I would sit in my room and…and just cry. Yelling and hurtin’ on their son.” She whispers, “He was just a boy. I was just a baby, maybe five or six, and I would hear them every night. My neighbors growing up, they…” Her brow furrows. Shaking her head, her eyes meet mine and she forces a smile.
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