Chapter 24
That night Philip says to me, “That was a rough week for both of us. But I have to say my current meth case seems tepid compared to my parents’ shenanigans. Sometimes I think my mom and dad should come with a warning label.”
We laugh. It feels good, a welcoming release.
As we lie in bed, listening to a steady wet snow tapping against the slate roof, Darth snores at the foot of the bed. He whines and his back legs twitch as he fights against something in his nightmares.
Philip pulls me into his bare chest. “I’ll do whatever I can to help you through these difficult times. Even if it means taking a trip to Arizona for a few days.”
I nuzzle up under his scratchy beard and run my fingers through his bushy chest hair. “I didn’t want them to leave.”
“Let’s make a New Year’s reso
