As the car would come to a complete stop with the raging lyrics of some heavy metal band having reverberated through the vehicle as we had returned home in silence, Shane would return within the house before the headlights would even have a chance to fade into their nonexistent illumination. Watching him practically stomp over the pathway leading from the driveway and onto the porch that led through a navy blue door and into the space I had known as my home for the last eighteen years, I would follow behind him with the feeling of his anger echoing in his former steps. Yet, I would be unable to question him on this behavior as I found him hovered over the sink just as he had been the night before last, with the water cascading down his knuckles and weighing on his wounds.
“Why didn’t you
