“The wall I’d built up against the well of pain and fear and anger finally collapsed, and I began to cry. I sobbed, the way I had int he garage of my parents’ house on the last morning before they took me, I bawled because it was such a relied not to have to hold it in any longer, to have to pretend.”

“The wall I’d built up against the well of pain and fear and anger finally collapsed, and I began to cry. I sobbed, the way I had int he garage of my parents’ house on the last morning before they took me, I bawled because it was such a relied not to have to hold it in any longer, to have to pretend.”

— Alexandra Bracken