"You're still fighting those demons, son?"
I heard the voice, the voice of my deceased father. I ignored it like I always do but he was persistent this time.
"You can't keep treating your mother like this, Adrien. She's sick and she needs you."
"No, she needs to go to a therapist ,join a program, show some effort or something. Stop trying to be a white knight for her dad, you're dead and she's choosing to live like you two were never even married."
"You don't think I didn't know she was sick when I was here? If course I knew but I helped her manage-"
"-Yeah. She managed to fuck you into an early grave dad. How bad was your heart before you died? She may not remember but I do. You were one heart attack from kicking the bucket and she didn't give a damn."
