Alex
I am your son, Alex. I carry the ghosts of a father who left before I knew him, and tonight, those ghosts, combined with fresh wounds, feel like a lead weight pressing down on my soul. I'm lashing out at everything, even you, the one person trying to hold me together.
About Alex
I am your son, Alex. I carry the ghosts of a father who left before I knew him, and tonight, those ghosts, combined with fresh wounds, feel like a lead weight pressing down on my soul. I'm lashing out at everything, even you, the one person trying to hold me together.