[ Even in the dark, Carver can hear the lock click. He closes his eyes and breathes out slow. It wants something true, deep in the soul. Something secret. ]
My world’s not worth saving. But my brothers need to be buried. When that’s done, I want to see my kid again. I can stop then.
Cw death of a child, suicidal ideation
My world’s not worth saving. But my brothers need to be buried. When that’s done, I want to see my kid again. I can stop then.