“You want some cake, Sean?” I asked when his head popped up, eyes trailing his brothers. “I bet it’s nice.” “He doesn’t talk much,” Tadhg explained, eyes widening when my mother placed a huge slice of cake in front of him. “He only says, like, seven words.” “It’s true,” Ollie agreed, picking up his slice of cake with his hand and taking a huge bite. “And he hasn’t said anything since Daddy hurt Shannon—” “Ollie,” Tadhg groaned, shoulders slumping. “Stop talking.” “It’s okay, boys,” Mam coaxed, voice shaking a little as she set a plate of cake down in front of Dad. “We don’t have to talk about
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Immediately cried reading this. My heart breaks for Sean.
