Tom closed his eyes. “No,” he whispered. “Not anymore. I think I finally stopped.”
“You’re not reeling,” Daniel said. It wasn’t a question. reeling in the years 1994
Daniel reached out and took his father’s hand. It was warm. Still warm. Tom closed his eyes
It was Live at the Paramount , 1991. Daniel had seen it a hundred times, but tonight he was watching for something else. Something buried. Tom closed his eyes. “No
He’d seen it once, late at night, when his father was asleep on the recliner and the TV was on mute. The bassist’s expression—a flicker of fear, maybe—had made Daniel’s chest tighten. It was the face of someone trying to hold time still, knowing it was already gone.