by Gordon LeVasseur
What we ought to fear is far from mundane.
Dana and Sophie deserve a better husband and father than me. They just don’t know it. And if I have anything to do with it, they’ll never know how close I came to letting them slip away from me just a few short years ago. The details in my head swirl about like ghosts in a haunted house. I write these thoughts in an effort to kick open the doors, throw open the windows, and shed light on the scene. Maybe I can exorcise a few wicked spirits and ease my conscience along the way.
