Sixty-one days. Sixty-one days locked in the attic, with no one other than Chris, Carrie, and Cory.

You’d began to slowly lose hope with each passing seconds - tainted by uncertainty and neglect - to land in the comfort of your foster brother Chris’ arms every time.

You sat in the chambers, braiding Carrie’s hair in little bows as Cory was busy playing around, and Chris was busy with his science set.

You gently sent Carrie off to play with Cory, before joining Chris in the upper attic above.