Chapter 51

It was summer when Hank had first come to Seattle. He was eighteen years old, fresh out of Summitville High School, and had taken a Greyhound bus across the country to get to this city surrounded by water and bordered by mountains. Hank had never been there, knew little about it beyond its reputation as the birthplace of grunge (Lula had been a Nirvana fan and had had a huge crush on Kurt Cobain; in retrospect, Hank knew he had too).

He chose the Emerald City for one simple reason: he looked at a map and saw it as one of the places farthest away from his hometown. In his eighteen-year-old mind, being far away meant reinvention and fresh starts. Innocently, he thought he could leave all of his problems behind. Begin anew. He was not mature enough to know yet that our demons follow us wherever we roam.