C17 Chapter 16

After packing only what I need, I grip the bag in my hand and close my bedroom door behind me.

Castro is in the living room when I enter, holding up a picture of me when I was younger with my parents. It depicts a time before it all turned to shit. Dropping the bag with a thud, he spins around, and I snatch the picture from his hand and set it back down. His face contorts