I cannot psych myself up to speak to him. I keep putting it off and off...but I know that I am running out of time. I can't afford to keep putting it off.
The legal stuff is already all done. He might die...but it's more like choosing your own death for a dream.
Silence falls around me when I see him. I haven't spoken to him in I don't know how many months. Even living in the same house makes no difference because he's never made an effort to speak to us. When announcing his decision, he spoke through my oldest brother.
It is a strange time in the Winters household.
I think that is what is keeping me here. I know I cannot leave until I do it. Dammit.