Chapter 3 Just as I sat down on the couch I could hear the bedroom door to my mother’s room open as she walks out scratching her head and yawning. “Hey Sam,” she mumbles at me before plopping herself down on the couch, “fancy a game of cards?” I pull out the worn pack of cards always kept at the cottage and begin shuffling, trying to calm my frayed nerves and lose myself in the game. I am desperate to do anything to keep...