The sound of cracking vinyl was loud as cannon fire in the spacious living room. Kenneth hadn"t meant for it to happen. He had been going about his late afternoon routine of preparing dinner. He had put the lasagna in the oven and was putting on music when he caught his toe on the area rug. He staggered forward. The record slipped from his loose fingers, fell to the hardwood floor, and broke into pieces.
Time seemed to slow down. Kenneth felt as if he was falling. A cold feeling washed over him. He had tried so hard to be good, and, up until now, he had succeeded. He always had dinner on the table when David came home. He kept the house neat, made sure the fridge and cupboards were stocked with David’s favorite food and drink, and he always had David’s favorite music playing so David coul
