DAVE
The way my own family felt like it was moving through a fog I couldn’t step into had been driving me crazy. It was as if everyone was whispering behind glass, and I was just outside like an abandoned child watching from afar. I didn’t even know what was going on anymore. Was I still part of this family or had I become some stranger orbiting around their lives?
The distance between us had grown so vast that sometimes I wondered if we were even connected by anything more than memory and forceful obligation.
Evie’s silence had burnt the most. Not just because she was the love of my life, no, that was too simple. She was my secret. My heart wrapped in soft laughter and complicated eyes. Every memory of us together now felt like a photograph slowly bleaching in the sun though still visible, but fading more each day I didn’t hear her voice.
There had been no good way to say it. It was a wound I couldn’t show to anyone. How did I explain that someone had become both my greatest joy and
