Chapter Sixteen

Warning: Mom is going to talk about what happened to her son.  While it is not 'graphic', I still feel the need to warn you.

 

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” he asked, his voice muffled as he spoke into her hair.

Her chest expanded beneath his hands as she shook her head.

“After the…autopsy, they discovered that he had some old bruising that suggests that this might have been something he did often.  And that this time…”

She didn’t need to say anymore.

They both knew what happened this time.

The rubber coated cord he had used to asphyxiate himself had held together and wouldn’t release.

There were signs that he struggled to free himself, but with no one home to help…