The comforting weight of Lisa on his lap grounded him, helping him fight off the dream that clung to him like cobwebs. He knew he needed to explain his past, but how did he tell the woman he loved that he’d watched his mother kill his father and had done nothing? How did he explain that a knocked-over glass of juice caused a tragedy so big that he still hadn’t recovered from it so many years later?

At the beginning.

“My earliest memories of my mother are of her verbally ...