l hated the smell of dust and burnt fuel and things I didn't want to think about. For two long weeks, that smell had been everywhere. I had been away doing the messy job.
Getting rid of Mark was only the beginning so, I went out and finished the job. I made sure every person helping Mark was put to rest.
Now, though. I was home.
I pushed the heavy front door open, and the silence of my house wrapped around me like a thick blanket. The sun was up and I knew who would be waiting.
There he was. Keith. He is growing too fast. He sat at the kitchen table, drawing a terrible picture of a dinosaur eating a helicopter.
"Hey, big man," I said. My voice felt rough because l was tired.
Keith jumped up and ran to me. He didn’t ask where I was. He never did. He just grabbed my legs tight.
"Dad!
