Something caresses me just behind my eyes. And then, the headache starts. All of those long-lost voices come flooding back. Voices that should have remained lost.

How could you?
 The roast is burnt AGAIN!
 But I want two candy bars!
 I love you, sweetie.

Can’t take much more of this. This endless precession of someone else’s life, or lives.

I open the drawer to my right and remove the handgun hidden there with sweaty palms and limp wrists.