Chapter 4

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Jonah grasped the doorknob a bit too harshly. He struggled to calm himself down, breathed slower, and in the process a funny feeling flooded through him. It was as if he recognized this feeling of panic, of always having fear inside of him. Still it puzzled him. His life wasn’t what he’d call a sad, unfulfilled one. He had parents who loved him and were willing to do anything for his sake. His mom was always home, making sure Jonah wasn’t deprived of anything, cooking him anything he asked for, especially that meatloaf with cinnamon sauce, his favorite. Jonah’s dad, despite the fact that he was sometimes too busy with his work, always managed to spare his son some time at the weekends simply to play some games on the computer.

At least, that was what Jonah knew of his life until now. Until these strange hunches started to break down the walls in his heart and make him think that things with his family were not right.