Chapter 6: Good Morning, Officer“f*****g hell!” Josh hit the window on the entrance door to the police station. Closed on Sundays! How the f**k could the police station be closed on Sundays?
The one thing preventing him from giving the door a good kick was Sam’s wide eyes observing him.
All of a sudden, Josh felt drained. What little energy he’d had seeped out of him, and he sank down to sit on the ground.
“What are you doing, Dad? You can’t sit on the ground. It’s dirty.”
Josh chuckled. Why, he didn’t know. He didn’t know what to do, where to go. Who would believe him?
Every now and then, he almost convinced himself it had never happened. He wanted to go home. He wanted a long, hot shower, some food, and water, and to snuggle up in bed with his husband. He rested his head in his unhu
