[BRIAN]
“Dad, I’m so sorry!” Kian winced, and probably said for the fifteenth time, not that I had been keeping a count. My headspace had been a jumble of its own kind, not a single straight thought that I could recognize as my own.
That is what happens when you trust your kid with your phone. They rob you of your peace of mind and leave you to f*****g question everything in your life. God, how did I not see this coming?
Today, I chose to drive the car myself, since Kian loved to see me behind the wheel, something he revealed while we went on a long drive that night, nearly to one of the cabins we owned beyond the city limits. We hadn’t traveled that far or anywhere else since Val died. But I could tell by the way his eyes sparkled at the familiar roads, the scent of pines and woods tha
