In Good Hands

So far, my summer sucks. My parents can't be bothered to interrupt their vacation when things go wrong with the house, which means I'm stuck couch surfing with friends and about to overstay my last welcome.

The last person I expect to come to my rescue is my Uncle Gunner. I thought he gave up on me years ago.

So naturally, I act like a brat, definitely not needing another of his "actions have consequences," lectures.

Turns out that he's right, though… and one of the consequences turns out to be me fucking up, him getting hurt, and the guilt trying to eat me alive.

But at least I can fix this. I can stick around and help. He needs me to, because the doctor says he won't be able to use his hands for a while, and guess what you can't do without hands? Pretty much everything.

Especially, uh, one thing in particular.

One thing that, if I'm honest, I've been fantasizing about helping him with for years now…