Henry waited until after nine o’clock to talk to his parents. He was in his bedroom, with only the flickering illumination of a candle on his nightstand to see by. Darkness pressed against his bedroom windows like something palpable, like a thing that had a life force of its own. It was almost creepy.
Henry had hoped that by lying still on his bed, on the cool, crisp linens, with only candlelight, he might kind of meditate and thus calm himself.
No such luck. He might as well have been playing Lady Gaga at top volume on his Bluetooth speaker and running one of the porn sites he watched on one of its longest and most hard-core clips.
He wasn’t calm. He wasn’t serene. He wasn’t at peace with his decision.
But tomorrow he would need to get up and, wonder of wonders, go to work. How was th
