The isolation weighed on him. He felt like he was living a double life, and to some extent, he was. He was navigating this dark underbelly of a world that, a few months earlier, he hadn’t even known existed, and there was no one there to share the burden of his knowledge. Of his guilt. Even his mother, whom he trusted more than almost anyone else in the world, couldn’t know about this. If he told her everything that had happened, beyond being appalled at the danger her son had gotten involved in, she would undoubtedly tell him to go to the police.
