Author Note

This book started with the glimmer of an idea of a man returning home at night, tripping over his father’s whiskey bottle. A man trapped by holding his duty to his father close, and a man disinterested in anything resembling a family.

I wanted my character to grow and be able to feel something. I remembered the story of Helen Keller, who couldn’t see or hear, and how one word, water, opened her to language and life—and it was through the efforts of one person. One word and one person.

And how much more valuable the effort is when the odds are against success...