Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Wyatt

The days turned into weeks and weeks into months. I walked through our life like a phantom not really living. I missed her. As I stared up at the moon nearly full, it was the one thing that I had that embodied her. Sitting on the porch Boo whined as she placed her head in my lap. The dog always seemed to know who needed her. She kept a constant rotation of sleeping in ours or the boys’ beds. I picked up the bottle of whiskey and took a swig trying to numb the constant ache in my chest. The stars seemed to wink at me overhead and all I could see is her face winking back at some banter she had stirred up.

She had left us better off but every time I fed the chickens or ate from the food of her labors I found myself surrounded in her memory. Each day that I had once gladly woke to her beautiful face or the scent of her cooking was now replaced with the struggle to put one foot in front of the other. The boys solemnly managed to hike up their backpacks and head off to schoo