He showered and dressed in clothes he had picked up from his house the day before. Scott’s alarm went off just as Billy walked out of the house and into the damp, cool air of the woods that closed Scott’s home in like a blanket. His stomach still churned, but had calmed enough where there was no more threat of being sick. What could he do? He contemplated going straight to the library, not that he’d learn anything new — although he might — but to gain additional details, some history. Still, he didn’t want to risk losing his job. Plus, the work would keep him occupied enough to clear his thoughts, to regroup. As he drove down the dirt road, he noticed how hot the rising sun felt coming through the windshield. He dredged up the emotions he had felt the prior evening — the ones that had plagued him all night. His eyes began to swell with tears, so he tried to focus on other thoughts. He knew that if his mind would only shift, his body would follow. Questions about himself and his father continued to worm their way into his mind.
