It's 6:45pm… a Monday.
He's somewhere, talking to someone—probably his oldest daughter—about I-have-no-idea-what.
There's been a shift. His personality is different. Cold. Distant. Aloof… the three words I associate with him any time he has contact with his daughter.
Late evenings at work. Predictably unpredictable.
Days of quiet that flipped on like a switch from a frantic week of contact just days before.
It leaves me unsettled.
Something isn't right here. He came and went without saying hi.
It's 7:15pm… and I'm sitting here alone.
He went to get cigarettes; said, "it's not you, it's just been a day."
I need an outlet. I need answers. I need to let the truth claw it's way out for the world to see.