Chapter 23
“YOU MISSED DINNER AGAIN last night.” His dad said from his study, as Carter walked past it to get the front door. He turned around and peered through the double doors.
“Yes, sir. I had some stuff to do.”
His dad looked him up and down and then glanced at the clock on the wall, “It’s early. You got more stuff to do this early in the morning?”
“Yes, sir. I do.” Carter replied.
“You happy? Doing stuff?” Norman asked carefully.
“Yes, Dad. I think I am getting there.”
“Still keeping your appointments with the therapist?”
“I am,” Carter walked into the room. Growing up, every time he was in here, he felt the same as an outsider. Now however, it didn’t feel as unfamiliar as it always had. “I am trying anyway.” He paused, “Dad, I’m never going to try and kill myself again. I kn
