Chapter 74: Confession

When I was around 5 my brother had cuts on his arms... My mum asked where they came from. I was in the room with them. Before my brother could even respond, I say "he did them bundled." My brother didn't deny it, he simply looked down at me with sad eyes. My mother, however, glared at me and told me to never say that. Years later, once he had moved out, my brother pulled my mother aside and told her that he had done the cuts. She went in the car and cried. I felt terrible, but at the same time all I could think was "I tried to tell you."