Grandpa Mac greeted him at the door. “I put fresh towels in the room next to Jimmy’s. If there’s anything else you need, just say the word.”
In his emotional state, such a simple gesture hit him hard. “Thank you for letting me stay,” he choked out. “I promise it won’t be for long.”
Grandpa waved him off. “You’re family, so this is your home, too. You’ll always be welcome here.”
Ronnie fled up the stairs before he lost it. He was walking the knife edge of his emotions right now.
He closed the curtains, casting a veil of shadows over the otherwise bright room, but sagged against the wall instead of walking back to the bed. Was this really his life? Hiding in the dark until the world made him angry enough to come exploding out of his hole and tear it to pieces? The only way Father would ever allow him to move back was if he ate serious crow, but Ronnie didn’t know if he could promise not to attack the man again if he went after Mom.