jaylar
Gavin sits on the bed.
It is not his bed. It is the bed of the furnished room he now rents. He has to rent a room because there was no one who would take him in.Not a brother or sister, mother or father, not even a friend.
He never imagined this would happen to him.
He lived his life, day by day, hour to hour, with little idea how he wound up here.
A year ago he had a life.
He lived in his own house with his wife and daughter. He had his own company and a number of friends. He was still speaking to his sister, the last thread of family Gavin had owned.
Today he had no one.
