Chapter 6The knock on the door jolted Aaron awake, and he blinked into the darkness. It took him a moment to realize where he was. He’d crashed out on the couch in the den, because he’d been too sore after tearing most of the wallpaper down—and too drunk once he rewarded himself when he was done—to climb the stairs to his bedroom. He’d even been too drunk to take his prosthetic off, not that he was complaining about that now, since he couldn’t remember where he’d left his crutches.
He hauled himself to his feet, and limped awkwardly to the door.
What the hell time was it? It was dark, and that was all he knew. Maybe Uncle Will was finishing his shift and had taken pity on him and was bringing him dinner. Or maybe it was Charlie, or Brody. Hell, that was three more people than would knock
