***Trigger Warning for Scenes Alluding to s****l Abuse***
(Millie)
I gripped Adrian's hand, pulling him towards the far end of the yard as I headed for a swinging bench my dad bought for Mom when we first moved here.
"Come sit here with me." I whispered, watching Adrian hesitate for a moment before taking a seat as I quickly sat beside him.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, just sitting next to one another as I continued to hold Adrian's hand tightly. I didn't want to push him..but a small part of me was afraid of what he was about to say..because I knew deep down that it would be bad..
Then he started to speak..
"My first memory of Dale was when I had just turned four. My father, he was a police officer and died in the line of duty. It was some type of raid that went wrong an
