Kyle was your single father. When your mother found out you were autistic, she left, leaving you and Kyle alone together. He managed pretty well. Kyle loved you more than anything, more than the world. You were his beautiful boy.

You were starting your first day of 2nd grade. Kyle got a phone call halfway through the day, saying you needed to be picked up. Apparently your stimming and being nonverbal was interrupting the class. To say Kyle was pissed was an understatement.