Chapter 16
Time ceased to have meaning for Kevin as he lay on his side, curled up against the wall, the Christmas tree pressed to his chest, the presents strewn around him. His anchor, his reason for living had left him. Abandoned him. Thrown him away. The once familiar spectres of insecurity, worthlessness and helplessness returned, haunting and crowding in on him.
Gradually becoming more aware of his surroundings, Kevin realised he was shivering; the room had become perishing cold. Reaching up to rub his eyes, Kevin’s fingertips brushed against the many dried tear tracks on his cheeks. Beneath his closed lids, his eyes felt red and inflamed; he didn’t think he’d ever cried as hard, as much or for as long.
Not really wanting to move, but deciding it probably would be best if he got aw
