Chapter 45: AirI didn’t sleep. Instead, I stared at his ashes, listened to the wind beat against the tarp-covered window and watched shadows moving in the dark.
They were constant. The dark hadn’t changed. It hid monsters, ghosts and did what it was supposed to do. I’d failed, changed, lost my way.
You’re weak, Declan.
Can’t protect your kid.
Can’t sleep.
Can’t run your f*****g business…
Weak.
The voice in my head was no longer mine or my demons’. These were other voices, other entities clawing the edges of the room. I could almost hear them clawing the paint from the wood.
::Weak!::
So it went until dawn.
Antonia went to school. We said little. I didn’t have anything in me but a faint smile, and fierce but quick hug.
I didn’t remember dressing, didn’t know if I’d showered or no
