My world was a silent film.
I ignored Clara's worried face. I walked away from her, from the car, from everything. The pavement under my feet was the only real thing.
What did I ever do wrong?
A tear fell. I didn't want to cry. Why was I crying? Oh. Right. The pain.
He was my number one supporter. And also the architect of my pain.
Another tear, hot and shameful. It always hurts more when it comes from a loved one.
He's just eleven. He loved you. They knew what this family did to me. They knew my story. And they still did it.
I had nowhere to go. No one to trust. The whole world had taken a vote, and I had lost.
Rain started to fall. I didn't feel it. I didn't feel anything.
I saw a bar. A dark, empty cave. A perfect tomb for the person I used to be. I pulled the door open.
The bartender looked up. I didn't have to speak. He saw the hole where my soul should be.
"A bottle of Whiskey," I rasped. Maybe it could fill the void.
