Karly was bawling. Not making a sound, but crying so hard she could barely breathe. Not me. Back then, I was cried out. “I should have been able to stop it,” I said. She threw her arms around my neck and told me what people had been telling me for years. “You were a kid. You were just a boy. What could you have done?” Yes, what could I have done? I’d asked myself that question every day since I was thirteen. I’d never been able to find an answer, but it wouldn’t have mattered if I had. No matter how much you wish or pray, there are no second chances. All you can do is make peace with your
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