How do you begin to explain to someone how you feel when you don’t understand yourself? Neil had been driving almost an hour in relative silence with Emily. He knew she was trying to absorb what he’d shared, the reason why Candy had left the hospital, but what she hadn’t asked was why he had deserted Candy to begin with.
“Emily, I’m not a bad person,” he said.
She rustled in her seat and sighed. “I know that, Neil.”
“Do you know what it was like with Candy during the storm? Even before that, I had always wanted her.” He glanced across the open space of the truck to Emily, who was watching him, listening to what he had to say.
“She would cross the street to get away from me, give me that ‘Eat s**t and die’ look, but that was because that worthless father of hers had messed with her head
