My reaction wasn’t much different than if someone had stabbed me in the stomach with an icicle.
You know how I like to be certain about things… but I’m willing to take this as confirmation.
I’d thought of that mental image in particular because of the cold, horrible feeling in my midsection; fear, guilt.
Guilt is a really strong theme of this chapter.
My thoughts immediately went back to my nightmare from earlier. I turned to look.
“It’s you,” my dad spoke, “Wow.”
Hi, Danny. It’s been a while.
Good to see you, man. 🙂
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