Feb 3, 2015
Michael sat on the park bench, hugging his knees to his chest. It had been a rough several weeks. Everyone he cared about as disappearing one by one. First Wendy. Then John and now it had been weeks since he last saw Gill. The boy was falling back into his old habits, drawing guns on everything...
When Michael's father got violent, Imogen hid under his bed. The girl had enough scars physically and emotionally that she didn't need more. But that wasn't going to stop her from taking care of him. Every night she would sneak down to get ice pack to put on his injuries. Everyone was leaving, and it was hitting them both hard. Imogen found Michael on a bench and sat down, curling up but not daring to touch him. "Hi."
