CHAPTER FIVE
I don’t take this drive any more often than I have to. Dad’s house hasn’t exactly felt like home since it’s lacked the presence of Mom. It especially hasn’t felt like home since Dorothy moved in. Tim goes to dinner at Dad’s every single week. The typical Friday night as a bachelor without a social life outside of school, I suppose. Waiting on Saturday to roll around, so I can meet up with Mac, has made me anxious, so I decided to take Tim up on the invitation to join them tonight.
What’s worse than visiting the house I grew up in is the driving past of one house in particular on the way there. The house it happened in. The house I repeatedly sleepwalked to, until one night I did the unthinkable. The house Tim followed me to, but wasn’t fast enough to stop the disgusting even
