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The kids were gone. They failed. It’s been over half a year.
There wasn’t a time limit to this. To finding them. To bringing them back home. But it still felt like a metaphorical noose tightening around their necks with each passed, wasted second. They were exhausted. And well past the point of being horrified at their situation that they were now seated, practically squatters, in the backyard of downright despondent.
The kids were gone. They failed. They kept failing. The heartbreak was something physical now. Clawing into their chests like it had a personal agenda to make them all hollow. And there was an anger there, burning and coiled tight enough to make them all feel brittle with it.
The kids, their kids, were still gone. And their millions of impossible, stupid, desperate plans kept failing.
But parents, as Darius was quick to catch on, were impossible, stupid, desperate things too. Stubbornness something etched into their titandammed bones, and it didn’t really matter that their millions of plans kept failing.
They were exhausted, and horrified, and miserable and angry. They kept coming up with a million more.
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29 Dec 2022