A high pitched static filled the air. It didn't cover up the pained sobbing coming from the other room of the large cabin. The radio that was playing music only a moment ago was now as silent as it was the day everything went wrong.

In the kitchen Micheal sat curled up with his hands in his hair, hat tossed across the room

The silence that filled the space was deafening. His sobs were distorted--As if Micheal were under water again, head pounding like him on his truck door.