CHANNILLO

Chapter 17 (1)
Series Info | Table of Contents

I can't say I feel much better when we finally reach Sydney.

I'm not a sobbing mess anymore, so that's something. I cleaned up the mess as best I could, and thankfully, nothing soaked through my pants, but this underwear is trash now.

I still can’t stop thinking about what she said, what she did.

The worst part is it's exactly how I've felt all these years.

Kids get curious. They explore when their parents aren't looking. That’s just what happensā —no way to stop it if you're not literally glued to your child. Sometimes, the kids are caught before things go too far.

We weren't until it was too late.

It took Dakota's death for me to realize just how wrong what we were doing was. It haunted me like her ghost. I di...

Please subscribe to keep reading.

Table of Contents

Series Info