In the Clock Room, the hands spun backward, and for one dizzying moment, he saw his younger self standing in a doorway, waiting for a father who never showed up for visitation. The silence in that memory was deafening.
In the Clock Room, the hands spun backward, and for one dizzying moment, he saw his younger self standing in a doorway, waiting for a father who never showed up for visitation. The silence in that memory was deafening.