“Answer me, please. Did he ever…touch you?”
Devin shook his head frantically. He twisted around and grabbed the doorknob, but Miles spun him around again for the second time.
“Devin, hey. Look at me. Sebastian was sick. He still is. He was not the boy you think he was. When you were six, he was already twenty.” Devin’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you sure he never did anything to you?”
Miles let him go slowly as Devin took a deep breath and began to calm down. He started to sign.
“I don’t know what you’re saying, Devin,” Miles said, sighing. Devin frowned and fished in his back pocket. He took out his wallet and some pieces of paper. Miles had thought that they were photos but they were sketches, of a man, a woman, and a little boy. Miles became somber. Devin didn’t even have any photos of his family left.
“I’m so sorry about your family. But is it true, Sebastian never did anything to you?”