“There isn’t a way to tell this story to you gently. There is no sugar-coating something so bitter. Like with any berry flavored vodka, it still burns the whole way down.” I realize I’m mostly rambling to myself trying to make this easier, he doesn’t even know what vodka is or that it burns.
The kid just stares back at me, his eyes saying that he’s terrified and maybe even a little confused. Of course he is, I would be too if a stranger grabbed me off the street and pulled me...
