Our Last Family Dinner
I picked up my fork and shoveled food into my mouth mechanically. Everything I swallowed tasted like nothing, as if I were chewing cardboard.
Soon? There was no soon. Not for me.
After dinner, Mom and Dad took me out to walk around the neighborhood. The open lot outside was packed with people, laughter and chatter rising from every direction in a wash of celebration.
None of it had anything to do with me.
I stood at the dark edge of the crowd, my gaze drifting past the sea of faces to the abandoned building in the distance. It loomed alone against the night sky, no lights, just a dark, hulking shape crouched in the darkness.