“Some things are easier to say in the dark,” He started, “Easier to say because you don’t have to see the disappointment on anyone’s face if you said the wrong thing.”
“The wrong thing?” She questioned.
“Stuff like, I need help, or I can’t do it alone,” he paused, trying to hold back a sob.
“And why would that be the wrong thing?” She asked, once again confused as to what the boy ment.
“I don’...