Rock Bottom
Albert felt like he had reached his lowest point that evening. He hoped June—the real June, not this weird imprint of June who could hardly recognize him—was here to help him work things out. She would’ve been aware of what to do.
He crept into the bathroom and sobbed silently, being careful not to wake his wife who was asleep. His neighbor was unjustly seeking $5,000, and he had already lost his garden, his pride, and his partner of more than 40 years. Albert was clueless about where to look.
