And in that instant, I knew that chapter of my life was definitively closed. That book would never be opened again.

Years of pain and humiliation. But my real life had begun the day I left their house. And I still had many years ahead to live differently, surrounded by love and people who cared about me. Including Fred.

After that final chapter was closed for good, I went to Jimi’s room. Our last encounter had been… under a table. And after that, it felt like a year had passed. But no. Only ...