Teenage boys were oblivious to dire warnings. Especially when they weren't aware their prank had already fired. So they just sort of blinked at Lisa and thanked her for the safety update. They picked up their denseness from their father.

Who at this moment was treading water with lead boots on. "Last year was okay. I had moments of being happy, but it wasn't all the time. It's hard for me. I can't be."

Gods, he needed four six packs of Moosehead fifteen minutes ago. He reached over and gingerly rubbed her shoulders.

"It's not your fault. It's not something that's easily fixed. I'll be okay."