Rafe Cameron

They said yes. Said they’d let me help. Looked me in the eye — then locked me in a damn storage room like I’m some kind of threat. Maybe I am. I don’t even know anymore. But it hurts. Out there, my sister’s walking around like I’m already dead to her. And you… you’re out there too. You passed right by me and didn’t even know I was here. Maybe that’s for the best. Maybe it’s not. But I’m losing my mind in this box.