For Carol, her life was as perfect as she had dreamed. She had her husband, her children, her business, money, friends.
For Jamey, this was not life. He portrayed the husband and father but cared little for them. They were strangers. People who were just there.
Jamey set no goals for his children. He expected nothing from them. In fact, he was scarcely aware of them as people.
As he’d felt, those years ago, he was serving a sentence in prison, and trying to survive.
It was as if his wife and kids were fellow inmates he was cordial, distant. He was quiet and reserved. He let Carol make all the decisions.
Jamey really didn’t care. He went through the motions of living.