separate from hers. I couldn’t invest
myself anymore, because it would
have broken me into too many
pieces. But one day she bought
another house in Highlands North,
met someone new, and moved on
with her life. Andrew and Isaac still
saw their dad, who, by that point,
was just existing in the world, still
going through the same cycle of
drinking and fighting, still living in
a house paid for by his ex-wife.
Years passed. Life carried on.
Then one morning I was in bed
around ten a.m. and my phone rang.
It was on a Sunday. I know it was
on a Sunday because everyone else