“Daddy . . .?” Apr.05.2006
I couldn’t breathe. The sound of the door slamming made me sweat even more. What was Yanni’s problem? Why wouldn’t she give me more meds? I needed more, dammit! My ribs were starting to hurt again, and I couldn’t control the shivering, the scratching. I was all fucked up and had begun to guess why. [...]