Allen was tired. He couldn’t sleep more than a couple of hours each night before the nightmares came. He didn’t know how much longer he could go on. He didn’t know how much longer he wanted to go on without Lily. It seemed like every time he closed his eyes all he could see was her lying across his legs, bloody and lifeless, while he could do nothing but call out to her.
He had lost weight again and was to the point he just wanted to give up. Maybe in death, he could be with her. He fought with his feelings, knowing how devastating it would be to his brothers, so he kept trying to put one foot in front of the other. It was just getting so damn hard to do.
Coming out of the barn, he was focusing on trying to get the materials they hadn’t used out of the truck. He didn’t even want to think
