Chapter SixOn a scale of one to ten for lousy weeks, Matt's had skyrocketed into the stratosphere – and it wasn't over yet.
Sunday was self-inflicted pain – after polishing off a bottle of whisky, Matt woke up around midday with another erection and a pounding headache. He'd dreamed of Emily all Saturday night, couldn't seem to get her out of his goddamned mind. It took all afternoon, picking up the kids and getting them settled back at home, before he began to feel half-way human.
The week deteriorated from there, with each successive day worse than the one before. Monday he got a call from Courtney's school, informing him she'd been skipping out on classes, which necessitated a visit to the school and a screaming argument with his eldest daughter on Monday night. Tuesday found him work
