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Chapter 21 - I APOLOGIZE TO ETHANI thought protecting Ethan meant never letting him see me afraid.

That was wrong.

One night at Aunt Melissa’s, he asked:

“Did you know Gary hit me before?”

I froze.

“I knew he scared you.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Nine years old.

Brutal precision.

“I saw bruises.”

“Did you think it was him?”

“Sometimes.”

“Why didn’t you tell?”

Because I was seventeen.

Because Mom always explained bruises.

Because Ethan climbed trees.

Because accusing Gary felt like detonating the house.

Because I had learned to measure danger by whether Mom called it danger.

I said:

“I should have asked you.”

Ethan looked down.

Then:

“I would’ve told.”

That hurt.

“I’m sorry.”

He nodded.

No absolution scene.

Then asked if I wanted to play Mario Kart.

May you like

Children move between trauma and video games with astonishing efficiency.

I lost four races.

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