A Silent Boy with a Terrible Story
He didn’t speak—not even when Margot threw her arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder, or when Evan finally came to his senses and joined the embrace.
Inside, Oscar sat stiffly on the couch, his eyes darting around the room like he was looking for exits.
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His parents asked question after question:
“Where have you been?”
“Who brought you home?”
“Are you hurt?”
“Did someone take you?”
Oscar said nothing.
Only tears rolled down his cheeks.