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As he tried to save us from a life that none of us were getting out of.
Promises made, promises broken—the Lynch family motto.
He was eleven years old and this was what they had turned him into.
“Don’t leave me”
“Father,” I mumbled, drifting off. “I hate that word.”
Keep Breathing
everything will be okay. But she won’t be, a small voice in the back of my head hissed, and you know why.
“You were raised, not dragged up.”
“I love that woman,” Gibsie announced when Mam was gone. I narrowed my eyes. “Forks make good weapons, you know.”
“Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining.”
Can Gibsie say something normal for once
Confused, I looked for Johnny, but came up empty. He wasn’t here.
Relax, it’s a gentle touch,
No, he wasn’t fine. He was high.
“Do you trust me?” “No.”
