I left my car and told Paul, the guy who wouldn't let me drive by myself, to give me an hour. He drives away and I inhale deeply before walking to the porch of the house I grew up in.

After last night's dream, I can't look at it the same way I did when dad threw a party for my 25th birthday.

Did I really fool myself into thinking we were a happy family once? Were we at one point in time? And if we were, what changed?

I plan on finding that out.

I knock and my brother Jason opens ...