me. There was a part of me hopeful that soon as that truck made it onto the barge he’d put one into me as well, send me to the bottom of the lake with the Cabes. But there was a bigger part of me, a fearful part of me that said no matter what, I was his son, and there wouldn’t be any getting out of this mess that easy. In just a few short minutes, dying had become simple. It was the living part I feared.
