If It Was Just Me
When Casey got home, it was pushing three o’clock in the afternoon, and his dad’s truck wasn’t there. He put his bike away in the garage and went in through the side door to the kitchen. When he’d left that morning, it had still been dark. He hadn’t looked around before he left, and he hadn’t turned on any lights, either, but pots and pans were scattered all over the kitchen floor. Some of the dishes were on the floor, too, broken in pieces. An empty bottle of cheap bourbon wa