Russel wasn’t sure how to begin. He had spent so many years, so many hard and painful years, trying to block the memory from his mind. He’d erected wall after thick wall inside his head to stop himself from going completely crazy. And now he was about to bring those walls crashing down. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do, even harder than the fight against his father. He wanted to stall, to keep hesitating, to do anything to not have to force himself to relive that ...