Chapter 10

Was all of this his fault? Because he’d taken away her last piece of order just because he was too much of a coward to be a gay man in a tiny northern Michigan town?

That’s what it felt like.

His mind had a few of its own tricks after all.

Like robbing him of sleep when he needed it most. Let the punishment fit the crime.

When the pipes groaned behind the wall, he stared at it like he had X-ray vision and could see them through the plaster. Someone was running water. The sound didn’t go away, either, which meant the tap was still running.

He pushed the sweaty sheet out of the way and stood. Mom didn’t have a lock on her door, but if she was getting up in the middle of the night and wandering around, they would have to change that. Her safety was the top priority.