Mournful Rage… I 59C

Travis locked the front door behind him later that evening when he got back. He had wanted to talk to Elias about what he’d seen, how his son looks. Why Elias had known for weeks and did not tell him, but he didn’t. He wanted to call Sawyer’s therapist and ask him after all the payments and time he’d spent on his son, if he had at all, did not notice how he looked. But he didn’t. Everyone was doing everything except him. He’d paid a shrink and ignored his friend’s plea to see his sons. He can’t go to them now.

He was about to call out to the boys when he picked up on the rattling sound coming from the kitchen and went towards it. Sawyer was in front of a dish full of food. It is about dinner time, he realized. And if not for the sight of him, he would be convinced that the boy is eating. It’s not like they lack anything. Beyond their parents’ attention in any form or their sister.