Hunger. That gnaw. There was the animal part of him—bladder, bowel, hunger, thirst—and the rest was emptiness, the absence of drive or enthusiasm, the baseline energy required to power a life. His friends had been after him to seek counseling, doing their best to snap him out of it, set him back on the path. But the path to where? What was left after family? Dana and David had been his engine, the center from which all things flowed and into which all of his energies were directed. What was he supposed to do now, pick up and start over? He just couldn’t see it. A family wasn’t a car or a
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