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Fergal's POV

I sighed as I walked into the bedroom and saw Pam fast asleep. All she did was sleep all day. She barley ate. She barley played or hung out with the kids. She wasn't herself at all.

She was so depressed over anything that has happened over the last few months. Not just Harper, even though Harper being in the hospital was the cherry on top.

I have no idea what Seth, Mandy, and Kyle did to her. Did they hurt her? Did they rape her? They must've broken her somehow to the point where she's so depressed she doesn't even wanna spend time with her kids.

I wish I could help her somehow. But I had no clue how. I knew she wouldn't ask for help until something really bad happened. And I just hope she doesn't relapse and try to kill herself. That would hurt the kids so badly.

I crouched down next to the bed and ran my hand through Pam's hair.

"You aren't alone. I love you. Please don't do anything drastic."

I whispered to her sleeping body. I sighed as I stood up and walked out of the room. What the hell could I do to help her?