Chapter 8
After Lock’s death, for my sanity’s sake, I went to stay with my father at the cabin along Lake Samoy. It was a sticky summer with a blistering sun in the sky. One of those harmful seasons with record-breaking temperatures. All I could do was think of Lock and the way he giggled and moved his tiny hands. Such a wide-eyed boy who looked more like Carla than me. My kin, the reason for my believed state of lunacy. I went to the cabin to get away from Carla, the house, and my job. I needed space, aloneness like my father. I was in search of repair, faith, and whatever would drive me to live.
We drank together in the mornings. Bourbon. Rolling Rocks. Gin and tonics. Rum. Straight vodka. Whatever we could find. Drink after drink. I caused myself to become numb for most of the day, i
