Sunday
A soft knock sounds at my bedroom door and is followed by my mom poking her head in, “Lukas can you come to church with me this morning? The pastor has been asking about you and I think it’d be good for the both of us.”
“Yeah, sure,” I say tiredly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before getting up.
“Thank you, honey, I really think this would be good for you and me,” My mom sits down on the end of my bed and looks back at me, “Your father’s gone if you’re wondering and he’s never coming back. Turns out there was more to the story than just one woman.”
“No wonder he was so angry all the time,” I get up off the bed and grab some clothes from my closet. She watches me silently and I look at her in the mirror, “He probably hated himself.”
“Yeah, well, there’s gonna be a small prob
