Brian Connor sat on the warm sand on a sunny beach in Cancún, Mexico, with a half-full drink in his hand. He was staying at a beautiful resort with great food and perfect weather, but he was still as depressed as he’d been for many months. He’d spent some time here trying to make sense of his life.
His being paroled from prison had little value without his family, and he spent several hours each day crying uncontrollably.
The inability to manage his emotions was one of the consequences of the mild brain damage he’d suffered in the near drowning. Other things were off, too, but he couldn’t explain what they were. Things just weren’t right in his head, and he knew it.
Tomorrow would be the one-year anniversary of the death of his son, and he felt a growing compulsion to understand why his
