*Gabe’s POV*

Jorel hugged me, crying like he did when he was a child, when I’d hold him in my lap only for him to be taken away from me soon after. I still carried the punishments in my mind… and in my soul.

But in that moment, unlike Aneliese, I could accept that our father wasn’t there, and everything happening was a product of our memories, a simple trigger that pulled us back to the past we’d tried so hard to escape.

My brother surely had his own memories, but they were ...