“Whoa there, big bro, where’s all the anger comin’ from?”
Shit. Not sure, but I probably was yelling.“Sorry. I had a long week.”
“I thought you only had some rich kid to drive back and forth to school.”
“Yeah.”And a whole lot of drinking to do.“Well, it was real nice catchin’ up with you. Talk soon…”
“Not so fast. What the fuck is going on. You been drinking?”
“Nah.”Yeah.
“Where’s Callie? Let me talk to her.”
“She went out for groceries.”
“Fookin’ liar. You’re havin’ dreams, again, aren’t ya?”
“My wife and kid almost died, alright? It may take me a couple days to put my head on straight. Give me a fucking break. I got through this before and I can do it again.”
I can’t seem to hold back. Why is it we’re bastards to the people we love most? “Listen, I’m spent. I promise I’ll call you back in a couple days. Okay? Please don’t tell mum. I don’t want her to worry.”
“Only if you call tomorrow, Loch, and every day. I mean it.”
“Yeah, yeah, tomorrow. Good enough then?”
“Sure. Hey. I love you. Don’t do anything stupid.”
“What me?” I laugh but it sounds hollow. “Say hi to everyone. No worries, eh?”
I text my wife.
Me: Everything OK
Callie: Stop calling. I need some me-time.
What the fuck is me-time?I slam down my phone, grab my drink, and sit and stare at the crib. There’s a teddy bear in it, which I grab and hold. Then, I sob into the soft fur.
I’m losing her.
