Alex was a tolerant man. A former co-worker once described him as having the patience of Job. But people have limits.
It’d been months since he moved in with his ageing and ailing father. His older sisters had nominated him for the unenviable position. Who better than the only single, childless member of the family?
So Alex went… begrudgingly. But the chain smoking, the steady diet of fast food, the endless detective shows – it was just all too much.
Which is why he was gone, dead of night, bags packed.
He had tried.
And he wouldn’t be trying any longer.
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