Chapter Five
Nic arrived at the street with no clear memory of getting there. He tried to think of how he could have done it differently. And couldn’t. There were times for taking a stand. When the stand gutted your mother—might as well throw an apple pie at the flag.
He hailed a cab and gave his address. Fell back, finding no comfort in taking the gutting for his mother.
Fall with me.
They’d taken the leap and crash landed in a bleak and bitter reality, one dotted with the mistakes of the past that shouldn’t matter to them. But did.
Talk to them, she’d said, like she knew something. They didn’t have an actual affair. What did that mean? Could he talk to his parents when all he wanted to do was punch his dad in the mouth and then not see either of them until he quit bleeding inside.
