And then the tears come. “I was just a kid. I didn’t have a phone or anything. How was I supposed to call you without them knowing?” “I didn’t . . .” Hannah runs a hand through her hair. “But that was it. A phone number I couldn’t call, and an address to a place I couldn’t get to. I understand that you had to leave. That you couldn’t take it anymore, I’m not mad at you for that.” I wipe my eyes with my sleeve, and Dr. Taylor slides the box of tissues toward me. “But I was alone.
This shit is so indicative of kids with an abusive home situation, especially when one leaves for the sake of their own mental health and the other feels abandonned 😭😭
