Chapter 12
The quality of the light filtering in through his bedroom miniblinds told Vito it was late afternoon. He sat up wearily in bed, the sheets slithering off his bare chest, and rubbed his eyes. He felt as though he had been drugged, the deep sleep he had fallen into earlier that morning clinging to him like some kind of leaded cloak.
He frowned. It still happened. Even though the car accident that took Sal and Kevin away from him was over a year ago, he continued to wake sometimes from a very deep slumber with the feeling they were still there. His hand, almost as if it had a mind of its own, would reach out to touch Kevin’s shoulder or pat his head and come away empty. Or he would listen, alert, as any parent would, to see if his child was awake and stirring.
He slumped back in
