Is that how you got out? No one's told me about half of it.

Still amazed I didn't splinch horribly.

No matter how determined you were, they'd break you. Eventually. Or at least make so you could never do anything to help us ever again. Out here, there's at least things you could do, right?

(That's what I'm telling myself, anyway. And Mum and Dad. Maybe if I say it some more, it will stick.)

Have you heard anything about your parents?