One day I woke up and dad was gone.
He'd talked about going on a hunting-trip alone the day before. "I don't need you for this one." That's what he said.
He didn't say goodbye.
I called him. One time… two times… ten times. After four days I was a wreck. I was worried for him, and barely ate or slept.
He was a good hunter. There was no real reason for me to be this scared. But I was. Because I was alone now.
I mean: Fuck, he had left me, hadn't he?
From that moment I knew. I knew that he didn't love me – not really. He didn't even need me. I was just a part of the job.
I realized that I was alone. All alone. I had no one. Sam left me for a better life. John left because I wasn't helpful anymore.