chapter 2

Erik

The moment I stepped into the hotel room I had to get out of there. For whatever reason lilies seem to be a standard flower used by hotels and it instantly reminded me of the funeral. It was my mother’s favorite flower, which meant that anyone who knew her brought lilies and the heap of flowers that rested on her burial place in the cometary was pile with them.

I should have asked for a no flower service and had everyone donate to Cancer research or something.

When you’re a son you don’t think of these things, well, I never did. I thought my mother would live forever. She was always there for me in the past, death was out of character for her, it snuck up on her, jumped out of nowhere and hit her with a motorcycle while crossing the street.

I had to get out of there.

I took a quick shower and almost felt human again after a nine-hour flight with Jack Daniels for company. He’ll be back in a few minutes sweating out of my pores. <