Chapter 98

Victor doesn't know where he's driving until he's already there, late afternoon, cloudy and cool, a sea of white dandelions.

This is where he laid his father and mother to rest. Why did he come here? Perhaps to see if there was still one constant in this shifting world that has no place for him.

Their graves are still there, the stones weather-worn, and the grass needs to be cut. There are fresh flowers placed over the graves. Curiously enough, someone else has been here.

Victor wonders who it could be, inspecting the blooms, lilies, and baby's breath.

"Everything I built is gone," Victor whispers. "All I wanted to do was come out from under your shadow, old man." He sits in the grass, ignoring the cool moisture that seeps into his clothing. "Why the f*ck did you have to cast such a big shadow?"

Victor can't even speak to his mom. Her passing had been so painful, the fire-eating her body. They had to bury an empty casket and a picture frame. "What should I do? I'm so—"

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