That steel tether of trauma that he hooked into my side when he killed them was still there, and I had been lurching against its pull and dragging him through the mud for the past seven years, whether I knew it or not.
Ese trauma, como un grillete de acero que él me puso cuando los mató, aún estaba ahí, y yo seguí tirando del grillete y arrastrando al chico por el barro durante los últimos siete años, lo supiera o no.