I wanted to cry at the thought of young Daniel, so alone he was nothing more than a statistic to those who should've looked out for him. I didn't hate a lot of people, but I suddenly hated everyone who knew or suspected what he'd been going through and didn't do a damn thing about it.
"Why would she do this?" I brushed my fingers over his back, my touch so light it was barely a touch. His muscles bunched beneath my fingers, but he didn't pull away.
