Saturday April 21st

Time passed in a blur, and still Patrick refused to leave Pam's house. He leaned back on the porch and watched the sun sink in a pool of red. The baby made a cooing noise next to him, and he absently patted it on the head, then shook another pill from the plastic baggie and downed it with the last of the whisky.

Pam leaned out the door and looked him over. "We're on day two. Are you going home or what?"

Home. Where Hailey was. He couldn't face ...