On a bad day, Joey was the man I had to one day look in the eye and know he’d had what belonged to me. On a cataclysmic bad day, I wanted to pin Raven down by his neck and fuck Joey out of his memory bank. My son. Needless to say, I had my jealousy to contend with. My loneliness to tackle, and an addiction to kick. Because Raven didn’t only ensure that I fell for him, he’d made breathing impossible without him.
