I couldn’t do it anymore
Jack leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “But why the isolation? Why not reach out to your friends? They’ve missed you, Tom especially. He spoke so fondly of you when we met him.” Charles’s eyes softened at the mention of Tom. “Tom was like a brother to me,” he admitted. “But after Mary… I couldn’t face anyone. I didn’t want them to see what I had become.”
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