The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

my laptop from my overnight bag and locked myself in the downstairs bathroom—the only room in the house with a door that had a working lock. My childhood refuge, where I used to hide when I needed to cry or think or escape.

Now I was hiding here again, but for much darker reasons.

The Video

I sat on the closed toilet lid and plugged the USB drive into continue reading …