Own It by M. Dauphin

You know what sucks? Cancer. Cancer sucks.

Especially when it takes a young life. Like the life of my five year old son. You want to know what I have to say about that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing because I don’t have the drive anymore. There’s nothing left in me except emptiness. That much is obvious. I’ve lost my car, my career, and my apartment. At least I have my brother. Actually, I just have a place to stay because of my rich, single brother.

I’m struggling to find purpose again. After what life’s shown me it can do to a person, I really don’t care if I’m breathing anymore.
I am, but barely.
Then Jett Voss showed up and it’s like he’s an oxygen mask I don’t need or want.