Leonardo lay in his bed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to distract himself from the damage that he had caused down stairs. His words had deeply hurt his mother, the saddened look on her face as he pointed out her addiction before his wife was a look that haunted him.

The silence in his room was by far the second most annoying thing, the silence taunting him repeatedly, so much that he placed a pillow over his face. Anything was better than seeing his mother’s face appearing before his eyes.

The door to his room swung open and slammed back shut, Leonardo removed the pillow from his...