“You sick bastard!” he cried. He threw a shoe against the wall, knocking over his backpack in the process. As he was picking up the contents from his bag, he came across the letter Abraham left him. He opened it up and read his father’s last thoughts.
As he was reading the words, his hands started to sweat. His heart accelerated and his eyes were blind with rage. The letters on the page were starting to jumble together like a word search puzzle, but he desperately needed to read every last word of the bull crap his crazy father had written. He blinked through indignation, trying to get to the last word. By the time he finished reading, he’d unknowingly crumpled it in his hands so tight it might as well have been made of butter. To keep from punching the wall, he went into the bathroom and took a long cold shower. When he came out, Leona was sitting on his bed with the crumpled note in her hands. Her bloodshot eyes were overflowing with tears. Aw hell!
“Is…is this why he killed himself?” Leona huffed while wiping her nose.
“What are you doing in my room?” Cash shouted.
“Explain this!” she growled.
Even though Alexandria was feeling better about her parents, a dark cloud still hung over her happiness, the loss of her precious baby. She couldn’t help but mourn her loss. In the midst of her despair, she thought of Cash and how she longed for his touch. She had to hear his voice again, so she reached for her cell phone and saw she had a missed call. Checking the caller ID made her instantly feel better. A goofy smile formed on her face but she didn’t care how silly she looked. Staring at his name displayed on her phone made her heart flutter, realizing he was thinking of her too. She hurriedly dialed his number. The phone rang twice before he picked up.