It’s not fair is it! You can see it in his eyes. The haunting. Not well yet. Why are some people born to do battle with their own head?
And they’re all around us. You can’t read it in every face, some keep it well closed in, but some pain is so transparent.
I’m glad they didn’t share the how’s of their attempts. Good attempt at the why’s. There is no why other than the demons made me do it. Then again there is no why not. No judgement, no option for them. Two lost, two saved…one little girl without her father.