The next part changes everything.

in.

Just seeing how things were going.

But the moment I stepped inside the house, my stomach dropped.

The living room walls were covered in drawings.

Dozens of them.

Maybe hundreds.

Messy, uneven sketches taped up with pieces of white medical tape. Crayon marks ran across the paper like storms of color.

Stick figures with giant heads.

A tall man.

A smaller continue reading …