Gavin sat on the bed, feeling very old at forty. Very old and lost and stupid.
And there was no one he could turn to.
That was what he pondered.
How did it happen?
How did it happen that he could have had a mother and father, uncles and aunts, a brother and a sister, friends, and today he had no one.
There was no one he could call.
He went over and over it, person to person, and there was no one he could call.
He was alone.