“All right, fuck. God, please, if you are there, then, well, could you help me? I don’t even know what’s happening.” God doesn’t answer either. I get down on the floor with the dogs. I lie on my back and they start licking my face. I laugh. “What do I do?” They keep licking me. I pull the phone out of my pocket and dial Spencer’s number. I don’t press send. I just stare at the screen. The dogs are whimpering like they need to be let outside. Fuck. I call Spencer.
