JUNE

Dinner was strained between us. After the argument/conversation, I had with my uncle, he left for work or wherever it was he went (not that I cared one bit about that).

I was too damned drained to bother about him, and coupled with chatting with Mark almost for an hour, I forgot about Kristen.

But now, watching him as he tried to eat with his focus solely on the food in front of him, I felt this damned urge to lean over the table, tightly wrap my hand around the collar ...