Betrayed.

I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.

After trying so hard to make our family the best we could be, you ruined it all. It’s not overdramatic, it’s completely true.

Mom always said if one of us was kidnapped, she and dad would spend the rest of their lives searching for that one kid until they found them. And that if we were kidnapped because we weren’t paying good enough attention to our surroundings, we’d be robbing our other siblings of two capable parents.

They know where you are, and it’s killing them.

It won’t be like this for long, because we’re already starting to rebuild without you.

But it doesn’t mean I’m any less hurt, and that I don’t hold you completely responsible.