Jack stared out the kitchen window. It was a view that any resort would put on the front of its brochures. He looked towards the sunlight, now filling the valley that spread in a gentle slope towards the river flashing below. Horses dotted the scenic green pastures starting to appear over the land. Mountains brought the sky closer to the earth. All was as it had been Jack’s entire life; except for Erin Poletti’s trailer, which marred the lower corner of an otherwise perfect view. Jack drank from the coffee cup in his hand.
He felt old. As he stared down at his hands, gripping a white coffee cup, a sense of weariness filled him that almost made him sit down.
He was now the chaperone. Out at his brother’s f*****g party, collecting his underage son. His son who snuck out at night, to drink
