Chapter 5Sunday
Ann sighed. William was watching sports on the TV again, and I was sitting on his bed, willing the visit not to turn out like it always did. There was nothing I could do about it, but I kept hoping anyway.
Ann was already looking for a reason to leave, and William was ignoring both of us—like always.
“Did you have a good week, Dad?” Ann sat down next to me and took my hand in hers.
“It was all right.” Autumn was here, and my joints ached more for each day passing, but there was no use in complaining about it. I was broken and couldn’t be fixed; she didn’t need to be reminded of it.
She glanced at William. “Is he happy here?”
I shrugged. “It’s a good place. He has everything he needs.”
“He doesn’t have you.”
“I’m here most of the time. I think sleeping next to me wou
