Propane hissed. The coals began to glow. Familiar scents of summers past wafted into his nose.
The faint whiff of hot dog reminded him of the boys. He smiled and breathed deep.
He was no longer allowed to see the boys. Karen's lies had made sure of that.
Greg had sent her a letter today anyway. An invitation of sorts. It should arrive by Tuesday.
Taking another deep breath, he glanced toward the door and window and marveled at the utility of duct tape.
Closing his eyes, he lay back in the tub and smiled.
The cracks were tightly sealed.