Coming Undone: A Novel
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When he died inside.
Does a man come back from a mistake like that? He doesn’t think so. He remembers the early morning rescue squad, showing up just as Peter did. Arlo, who had been the one to stop Landon, was trying to stop the bleeding. Landon had lain on his back, confused and in pain, trying to figure out what had just happened. Only when Arlo had crawled over and torn James’s shirt off, fighting him for it, had Landon come back to himself. Only then had he realized that he had committed the kind of atrocity that no man should ever commit on his very own son.
His eldest.
His pride and joy.
He remembers the first responders, looking at him as if he was a monster, once they’d figured out the situation. They had helped him, of course they had, they were professionals. But he could see the disgust in their eyes.
And then when he got home, sometime the next evening. Melody had come to him, but she had been hesitant, too. He saw her wet cheeks, saw her hands tremble when she reached for him. He had turned away, too ashamed, too aware that he had broken her, too. So many lives, ruined by him.
There is no way around the fact that he has destroyed his own family, by wanting to keep them safe. He is the dangerous element. He is the threat.
The thought makes him lean to the side and throw up in the yard. Then he gets up, wipes his mouth, and goes inside.
When he comes back an hour later, he sits for a moment and thinks about the deer, about how they move through their surroundings so delicately. They don’t leave a mark, they don’t draw attention.
He thinks about Alexandria, who came to the house the other day to talk. That’s what she’d said, that she needed to talk. Michael’s suicide will weigh on her heavily, for whatever amount of time she has left.
She is angry. Angry at Michael for leaving her alone. Angry at her own body for driving her husband away from her.
Landon doesn’t sit down in his usual spot on the steps. He keeps going, out into the yard and beyond, swinging his crutch. Into the trees behind the house. He’d always liked being out here.
He’s going to scare the deer.
He wonders if Melody will hate him the way Alexandria hates Michael.
He knows it doesn’t matter.
THE END
Author’s note:
Thanks so much for reading Coming Undone! The books I write tend to expose my darkest fears – that the mind is a tricky thing, and it can go on a bender whenever it chooses, with no input from us. I realize that doesn’t normally happen, but when it does, well, that’s a terrifying thought.
My other big, bad fear is the wilderness. Or rather, what’s hidden in all those thousands of acres of forest that dot our country. Some of it is beautiful, some of it is touristy, but some of it holds the kind of secrets that we don’t like to acknowledge. Anything could be happening – right now – in the deep dark woods not far from where you’re sitting, and you might never know it.
Anyway, happy reading!
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