Julian felt steadier with a door between himself and Aaron, at least until his gaze landed on the bathtub full of blood. Thanks to Rafi, the door wouldn’t stay closed; Julian leaned against it, and slid down to the hard floor, knees drawn up his chest.
Rafi stood over him, looking sick. “Your name was on the list.”
The list. There was an entire list of them, of boys Uncle Eddie had abused. On old paper; this was the outdated list. How much longer would the newest version be?
Boys like us, Christian had said to Aaron.
“Christian,” Julian said, choking on the word. “I thought I was protecting him. I thought he was safe. What did I miss? Why didn’t I know?”
Rafi didn’t answer. Of course not. There wasn’t any answer.
Words continued to spill out. “I asked him about Christian once,” Julia
