"She makes me feel alive again," he said, like he was auditioning for a breakup monologue.
Alive?
"We have six kids, Cole. What do you think this is, a coma?"
"You wouldn't understand," he said. "You don't see yourself anymore. You used to care about how you looked. How we looked."
I stared.
He kept going. "When was the last time you even put on real clothes? Or wore something that wasn't stained?"
"You don't see yourself anymore."
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