同一支笔完汤姆梅洛普母子治愈向（第11页）
leaving
me
alone
in
an
orphanage
would
make
me
stronger?
You
thought
that
was
love?
Do
you
know
the
kind
of
life
I
had
there?”（你以为把我留在孤儿院能让我更好、更坚强？！你以为那就是爱？！你知道我在那里经受了什么吗！？）
梅洛普更加焦急，身体微微向前倾，眼珠急切地打转：“No，
Tom!
It
wasn’t
love。
It
was
fear。
It
was
guilt。
I
was
so
consumed
