“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

a solitary island, completely segregated from the laughing pack of kids playing a frantic game of tag. He was sweltering in a thick, oversized flannel shirt, despite the oppressive ninety-degree humidity. He possessed a perpetually hunted, hollowed-out gaze, displaying a terrifying, robotic compliance the instant either of his parents stepped into continue reading …