“You can help him by staying,” Aoife said, joining us on the footpath with her small son in her arms. I shook my head in confusion. “Staying?” “And by hanging in there,” she confirmed wisely. “And by trusting that the boy beneath the broken can find his way out of the darkness. It’s not easy. It hurts like hell, and you’ll want to run for the hills at times. And he’ll push away to the point where you doubt your own sanity. But your ability to love him through it is what will make the difference. Because, at the end of the day, that’s all we can do, babe.” She sighed heavily. “Love these boys
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