Chapter 3: Dartmouth GreenDear Bump…
It’s me, Derek, you know, your brain-damaged brother. Remember I used to write to you almost every day?
Well, it was so long ago.
I thought I’d put you away, Bump, my still-born brother who never came home. Thought maybe I’d said all there was to say. But I need you once more.
I’m lonely, that’s what it is. The days are long since Doctor Lozeau ordered me to take a leave of absence from work, and what I thought was healed in my soul now itches like a battle wound that never quite hardened. I don’t recognize myself anymore. I forget things. I’m impatient. Easily disturbed and distracted. My hearing comes and goes in my left ear. I zone out and lose track of conversations. I walk into walls. I have these fears, these moments of anxiety, I can’t contro
