Will had woken up earlier than usual. It was one of those cold mornings which he had slowly grown accustomed to, but beads of sweat covered his forehead. He sat up on the couch where he’d been sleeping for the past month. He sat there for a minute to allow himself to shake away the horrors of dreaming his own death.

Jeffrey Sullivan was a crack dealer who was also a screwed-up addict. The guy was pretty much still gorked when Will shared with him his own kind of addiction. He thought Will was referring to the kind of drugs he had allowed to slowly ruin his relationship with his family and his life. Even when Will was leisurely pulling out his teeth, he still couldn’t figure out that Will’s addiction was way different than his.

Una was on her chair, tying the laces of the sneakers she requested from Will when the door suddenly opened.“You mentioned a lake near where we are,” she said to him before Will could even have the chance to ask her why she was wearing shoes.

The night had gone chilly as Will’s old black Audi roared down the highway. In the passenger seat next to his was Una, curled up in her own little corner.As Will continued to drive silently, Una thought back in time and how her life had changed again. It had been more than a month since she left her old life. Wha

THREE MONTHS LATER