The child they stretchered away was no longer the boy who a few hours earlier had enjoyed, openmouthed, a sunset that would mark the end both of that day and of his life as it had been. Nor was he the same boy who, to remember it forever, had breathed in the magical air of that enchanted place at the top of the lighthouse. A feeling he never remembered because it disappeared into the tangle of brain connections that were knocked loose by the impact against the edge of the step that cracked open his head. The skull was left as fractured as the daughter’s relationship with her parents and
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