“Tell me everything,” Noah whispered against André’s hair as they sat on the bed, their backs leaning against the velvety headboard. “You remember something, don’t you?”
André just kept his eyes firmly closed, his jaw clenched as he fought the urge to remember anything. He doesn’t understand why he’s forgotten about every single thing in his childhood but the memories of that night.
Shouldn’t that be the first thing he forgets? Of all the things that could’ve stayed, why that?
For eleven years, everytime he closed his eyes, fractions of that memory still lingered inside his head, playing back and forth like a stereo on repeat. His nightmares were filled with his mother’s incessant screaming as the deafening cries of his brothers filled the room.
Seeing blood over and over again wasn’t
