6
The sunset was beautiful. I almost forgot that my friendly neighbourhood shrink had deserted me. I needed to concentrate on the heavy traffic that stood between me and the sanctuary of home. But home hadn’t been that safe, and I didn’t have anywhere else to go.
Traffic was moving slowly on William Nicol; it always did at that time of day. Everybody rushed home to get to their loved ones, people who cared about them. Was there anybody like that in my life? I had friends, but they could manage without me, and they couldn't help me now. My family? We didn’t get along: my sister wanted to run my life, and my mother was as absent from mine as she was from her own. I was alone. I guess I always had been. Some families grow stronger when trouble hits. Not mine. There’d never been a time that
