SHANNON. I was a living, breathing mess. The moment I got home, I didn’t bother taking off my clothes. I went straight into the bathroom, turned on the shower, sat on the cold tile floor, and let the water hammer down on me until everything felt numb.I hugged my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them, staring at the water swirling around the drain wishing it could somehow carry my fear with it.I thought about how my entire life had turned into something unrecognizable in just four days, I was terrified of the turn it events. But I was more terrified of Kenai.When we were younger, Kenai took the fall for me more times than I could ever count.If I broke something, he said he did it.If I mouthed off to my stepfather, he’d take the blame before I could even speak.My stepfather beat the hell out of him whenever I messed up — and Kenai never, not once, let me take the blame back.He’d come into my room at night, bruised, bleeding, and barely standing, and still whisper, “It’s
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