were everything. They were the eyes
of the Devil.
Late one night we woke up to a
house filled with smoke. Abel
hadn’t come home by the time we’d
gone to bed, and I’d fallen asleep in
my mother’s room with her and
Andrew, who was still a baby. I
jerked awake to her shaking me and
screaming. “Trevor! Trevor!” There
was smoke everywhere. We thought
the house was burning down.
My mom ran down the hallway
to the kitchen, where she
discovered the kitchen on fire. Abel
had driven home drunk, blind
drunk, drunker than we’d ever seen