Coming back to Chicago felt like returning to a strange place. This house had become foreign to me since I lost Grandpa, Rose, and Fiona. They were the heart of this house. When they left, it felt bleak and lifeless. I was a true masochist for staying in this house and allowing myself to be tortured for so many years. Tormented by regret and guilt.

I'm a fucked-up man.

"Dude, eyes on the screen."

Erick snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"Get your fingers out of my face, you fucking ...