All Saints Street 2

The truth revealed itself. A year had passed since leaving home, but the words in that letter were far from the reality. Mom and Dad could not have known the harsh truth – that their child was in over their head. The facade of independence was just that – a facade. Instead of thriving, their child was floundering, and the weight of their poor choices kept them tangled in a web of distrust, secrets, and danger. The second home they spoke of was not a shelter, but rather a trap. The truth had to be faced, but the cost of revealing it was high.