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Chapter 21

Don stepped into the shower and let the hot water abuse him. He dropped his head and braced his hands against the shower wall. Hanging his head under the water he wondered if he could just stay in there until all his problems solved themselves. He stood there until he figured his dad would freak out thinking he had drowned. Turning off the water he stepped out and dried off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and crossed the hall to his bedroom. He pulled on a pair of FBI sweats and an old tee shirt.

I'm never going to get any sleep, he thought looking down at his bed.

But he fell down on his back and stared at the ceiling.

Five minutes later Alan looked in and Don was dead to the world. He grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and went in to cover Don up. He leaned down and placed a kiss on his eldest son's forehead. Alan watched him for a couple of minutes and then slowly slipped out of the room.