Where We Are Now
Summary: I built a life. My brother rebuilds. My parents never apologized.
I’m twenty-two now, with a degree in art therapy. I sit across from kids who feel what I once felt, helping them find themselves again.
I still battle food anxiety. Trust grows slowly—but it grows.
Preston’s in college for social work. We talk often. He’s one of my safest people.
Melanie and I don’t speak. She still insists I “ruined” the family. She’s married now, still defending the story.
Mom served three years. Dad two and a half. They moved away afterward. No apology ever came. Word reaches me that they still claim I was “difficult.”
