I was alone. Well, not really. I couldn’t hear them, but I knew they were tucked into the far corners of the house. They always were. The silence, while comforting, was deafeningly quiet compared to the shouted words that echoed in my head. The anger pounding in my head had been replaced with the hopelessness of my heart. My back ached with the burden and weight of the spat words, the hurtful dance, the harsh song. Picking a fight to pick a fight. Singing the song without the notes. No drive. No road. Another day. Another night on the couch.