Juvie had been bearable, but prison had been insufferable. At least until I’d learned to detach and feel nothing but the hollow space in my chest. But it didn’t come without sacrifice. That void in me had deepened, devouring all the good until there was nothing left but darkness and rot. My morals had always been thin, but now they were non-existent. It was funny how quickly love turned to hate. My adopted brother had disposed of me like decaying fruit, but instead of disappearing like he’d hoped, I’d festered and festered in the dark.
