Saturday April 21st
Time passed in a blur, and still Patrick refused to leave Pam's house. He leaned back on the porch and watched the sun sink in a pool of red. The baby made a cooing noise next to him, and he absently patted it on the head, then shook another pill from the plastic baggie and downed it with the last of the whisky.
Pam leaned out the door and looked him over. "We're on day two. Are you going home or what?"
Home. Where Hailey was. He couldn't face her, and he couldn't face Anthony. And he sure as hell couldn't face the I-told-you-so look that would be in his mother's eyes. He had nowhere to go. "Or what," he muttered and shook his empty bottle. "f**k, I need some more."
"You need something." Pam stopped and scooped the kid up. "I'm not running a flop house, you know." S
