Upon returning from his week-long venture, he discovered her dead in her bed. According to the doctors, she died of a stroke. The body had been cold for three days.
In other words, nobody had checked on her. Nobody even noticed her.
After that, his world went dark. A strange pair of hands weighed down on his shoulders. Some nights, when he was tired, his mom would massage them.
Not anymore. Now, Rick was alone.
His dad didn't learn about her death until half a year after. He called Paul, muttered his apologies and condolences, and invited him for a private dinner. Just the two of them, no older brother or trophy wife involved
From the start, it was a tense, stupid affair. What else did his dad expect?
