But until then… until then, the next thing we needed to do was talk. There was something that I needed to know; one thing that had happened recently that made me want to scream. But I couldn't tell anyone about it. Besides, it was probably best if everyone thought that I wasn't aware of it until later, when I was older. I'd rather just forget it, anyway. After all, no matter how many times I told myself to forget, I couldn't quite bring myself to believe that it had happened... and the longer I stayed silent, the more I felt like I was lying to myself even more.
Once we entered the corridor which connected my bedroom to Raphael's, I heard the distinct sound of running water coming from somewhere ahead of us. Following it, I found that I was right. In front of us, there was a small faucet
