Chapter 104: The last straw

QUINN

"Honey, do you have a minute?" My mother spoke at the same time as she rapped softly on my half-open door, her anxious eyes seeking me.

I rolled over on my bed, fighting the temptation to answer her sarcastically. Sure, I have a minute, as long as it doesn't interrupt my rigorous napping schedule. Over the past two weeks, since I'd moved back home, napping made up the majority of my days. I slept late, went to bed early, and in between those two brackets, I drifted off into oblivion as often as I could.

My mom made me leave the house every now and again, taking me out to lunch or dinner or even just to the grocery store. I could see the worry on her face whenever she looked at me, and I hated that I put it there. But I couldn't seem to force myself to do anything to alleviate it.

Mark and Sheri had left town almost right after Nate's funeral. On the advice of several grief counselors and friends, they had taken an extended trip to Hawaii.