Don’t think about Greg opening up the van door in the middle of the night to see Steven standing there sleepless with shadows under his eyes
Don’t think about Steven trying to get the words out, at last mumbling, “There’s something I gotta tell you, Dad”
Don’t think about Steven’s voice cracking under the memories of White’s endless eyes, White’s curved smile, White’s perfect nails digging, tugging, pulling, tearing him apart
Don’t think about Greg, colder than he’s ever been in his life, holding his son as hard as he can, trying not to shake because Steven needs him, Steven needed him —
And he wasn’t there.










