Years later, Kyle contacted me one last time. He told me he had remarried and was learning to set boundaries with his brothers.
I was genuinely happy for him.
The healing process allowed me to have hope that I would get better without needing to participate in that transformation.
I still think about the gas: the dust, the heat, and the laughter that would fade away on the road. For a long time, I considered it the worst day of my life.
Now I understand that it was the day my life finally began. Schedules and calendars
Kyle and his brothers believed that abandoning me would scare me and make me more obedient. They expected me to wait for them on the sidewalk until they returned and then accept another empty apology.
Instead, they showed me exactly how strong I was.
Strong enough to accept help from a stranger.
Strong enough to travel to an unknown place with just ten dollars and an email address.
