Chapter 5
The rain finally came later that day, fitting to his mood. He’d been haunting the silent rooms of the house with no purpose, aimless, unable to shake the sensation of being out of place. When he visited Uncle Jimmy, he usually stayed for a week, the days filled with a multitude of things, the two of them trying to spend as much time together as possible. Now he was alone with his memories, with regret, and the inescapable grief that followed him around like Roscoe. The two of them made quite the pair, moping around.
When the rain started, he was sitting on the couch, not paying attention to the pointless sitcom on the TV, Roscoe curled up at his side. The loud clack of thunder that rattled the windows made him jump. After a mostly sleepless night and poking around Jimmy’s offic
