I watched her son, Tyler, the way he cheeks danced with a dark shade of pink, and the tips of his ears. how his arms were decorated with little purple bruises and burns, the way he wrapped his light brown cardigan around his shoulders and shivered in the cold. I debated getting out to help, but I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. !! mentions of self harm and suicide, sexual content, language, alcohol, drugs, and abuse.All Rights Reserved