“I am fine.” Will grips the leather on the steering wheel in front of him. His nose flared, a sign of irritation. Left and right, from Jack to Hannibal to Alana, now you, he’s been told something is wrong with him but he felt fine, as he put it. There was nothing wrong with him.

“I am Will Graham. It is current 2:36 A.M. I live in Wolftrap, Virginia.” He recites the phrases to remind himself of who he is. “I’m telling you I am fine.” Yet, he couldn’t even draw a clock correctly.

You were worried for your daughter, Mishka. You wanted the best life for her since you birthed her. Stable family, home. Yet, her father couldn’t even get his shit straight.