The Third Target
“I called my mother, but she didn’t answer. I left a voice message letting her know I was safe and telling her I’d just had coffee with Matt. Then I packed and headed back down to the lobby.
Matt was waiting for me in a beat-up old Toyota SUV filled with car seats and all manner of kids’ toys and not a few fast-food wrappers. He was certainly leading a vastly different life from mine, and though I didn’t dare admit it, I envied what he had. A good marriage. Two adorable kids. A measly paycheck b...ut a satisfying profession. Close friends. And a faith that seemed to sustain him and always had.
I threw my bags in the backseat, and we departed for the airport in silence.
What I really wanted to do was ask if I could just go back to their house and crash for the next few days or weeks or months. I had never felt so lost or in so much pain. It seemed almost everyone I knew was dead. I had watched them die. It was killing me inside. I was afraid if I stopped and thought about it too much, I’d lose it —I mean really lose it.MoreLess
Matt was waiting for me in a beat-up old Toyota SUV filled with car seats and all manner of kids’ toys and not a few fast-food wrappers. He was certainly leading a vastly different life from mine, and though I didn’t dare admit it, I envied what he had. A good marriage. Two adorable kids. A measly paycheck b...ut a satisfying profession. Close friends. And a faith that seemed to sustain him and always had.
I threw my bags in the backseat, and we departed for the airport in silence.
What I really wanted to do was ask if I could just go back to their house and crash for the next few days or weeks or months. I had never felt so lost or in so much pain. It seemed almost everyone I knew was dead. I had watched them die. It was killing me inside. I was afraid if I stopped and thought about it too much, I’d lose it —I mean really lose it.MoreLess
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