TWELVE
I awakened to laughter. David and Hayword were giggling about something. Just like old times. Was I dreaming? I opened my eyes to sunshine, and I felt a wave of relief and happiness. I was with my family again, in my house, and all was well, all was well, all was as it . . . had never been in this house.
“Hop on the reality train, sister,” I mumbled to myself. I had been an unhappy drunk in this house. I had been a lousy wife and a lousy mother in this house.
I pushed the quilt off of me and sat up. I was on the couch in the living room. Must have slept through the night here. That was not how I had planned on spending the evening, but it was probably for the best. Who knew what would have happened if Hayword and I had gotten into bed together. Old habits died hard.
“I hear moan
