Chapter 31

• His blood still stained my hands, and I didn’t know how to cry. They had taken him away and I could hear the anguish and pain from the others as we all mourned him. What did I miss the last time we spoke? I had no clue that he was suicidal, or even thinking about it.
• Sloan always smiled even though he didn’t talk much, he had begun to open up to all of us. I stood up and walked into his room. His laptop was open, and I looked at his Facebook messenger. It was open on a message, and I looked at the picture of our house.
• ‘Found you, Sloan.’