Chapter 278

The comforting weight of Lisa on his lap grounded him, helping him fight off the dream that clung to him like cobwebs. He knew he needed to explain his past, but how did he tell the woman he loved that he’d watched his mother kill his father and had done nothing? How did he explain that a knocked-over glass of juice caused a tragedy so big that he still hadn’t recovered from it so many years later? At the beginning. “My earliest memories of my mother are of her verbally abusing my father. She’d scream at him and I would hide until my father would eventually come to find me and tuck me into bed. He worked away and wasn’t always home, but when he was, she would lay into him. At first, it was just the yelling and then she started hitting him. My father was a big man and my mother was small, and he would stand there and let her beat on him until she collapsed in tears and then he would scoop her up and hold her close while she cried.” Lisa had gone still in his lap, listening to his voice