Chapter Sixteen
Dawson
I could feel the soft give of Evie’s skin under my palm. I was wound tight inside. Although her presence here added to my sense of confusion, I was beyond relieved she was here.
I tried to visit every few months, yet the ghosts of the past were always waiting for me. I hated that my mother was sick. I knew death was a foregone conclusion for all of us, but it didn’t seem fair for her to be sick.
She’d put up with too much f*****g bullshit and pain doled out by my father—sometimes with his fists and sometimes with emotional cuts. After he died, all I wanted for her was an easy life. Every spare penny I had went into covering her long-term care insurance, which wasn’t cheap. I just wanted her to be comfortable.
And that f*****g house? I wanted nothing to do with i
