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Jack sat on the bed, waiting patiently for me to wake up. The best way to avoid horrible thoughts is to sleep, preferably the dreamless kind—avoidance by sleep. I was tired of dealing. The meds they were feeding me probably helped a bit. Sedatives can be wonderful.
I understood why my father pulled the trigger. If that was what he went through with Jack, I couldn’t blame him for it. If I ever got out alive, my mother would have some explaining to do. That was, of course, if Jack had told the truth, which he probably hadn’t.
“So do you want to hear the whole story or do you want to carry on pretending that none of this is happening?” Jack asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
“Do I have a choice?” I asked, not looking at him, pretending to yawn.
“Not really, no
