Twenty-Eight
AUGUST-18 YEARS OLD
I knew he'd be back. I knew he'd have to. He needs answers. I just didn't expect it to be this soon.
His eyes are swollen and raw. The closer he gets to the porch the more red they look, and the more I can see the dark circles.
My heart is breaking. He stops on the bottom step and stares up at me.
Please say something. Please. Tell me you don't hate me.
"I...umm," he clears his throat and a tear falls down his face. "It was hard moving so much," he puts his hand up to stop me from talking. "I need to just do this Kelly. I never really..." he wipes the tears that are now falling freely down his cheek, "when Dad left, it was on me, you know? To be there for Mom and Trent."
I can feel the hot trail of grief fall slowly down my cheek.
"I had to learn p
