Peter…is dead. Raven loved him so much, and he didn’t even know it. He died without knowing it. He really wishes he did. Now he thinks about him every day, even crying most nights since the ‘accident’ happened. Their parents thought Raven was jealous of him. They knew that he knew that Peter was the favorite. Back in high school, he was so desperate to please my parents, especially his dad. Or at least Raven tried to. It’s really hard to love people who don’t love you back.

Raven tried so hard to tell the detectives about what had really happened, tell the cops, tell his parents, tell the doctors at the morgue where Peter’s body was dissected, to tell anybody. But all they saw was a scared little boy who couldn’t give them much at all. He has been going to therapy since December 18, 2026. A week after his brother’s death. A week after witnessing a murder.

Every child psychiatrist would say to their parents, “It’s just ptsd. Give your son some time to heal, and he’ll be fine.”

As an adult, he still couldn’t get over it. This one specialist Raven saw when he was 15 said that he was too young to recover from something as traumatic as that. As a last resort, he went out of his way to get him a stuffed rabbit with a light blue sailor ascot.

This rabbit became known as Mr. Milk. She never leaves Raven’s side. Even when he gets into Whitlock University to officially become a detective.

And he won’t do this alone.