The Wrath Of Harvey Brooklyn; The Underrated Son In Law

ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY

Mr. Michael Anderson sat on a battered old chair in the corner of his uncompleted building, staring blankly at the crumbling walls around him. The place felt more like a ruin than a home, it reminded him how far his life had fallen apart.

The roof was unfinished, with sections covered only by tarps that flapped in the wind. The concrete floors were cold, and the walls were bare, just exposed brick and mortar. Outside, the sun was shining, but inside, it felt as if the darkness had already settled in.

His wife sat sadly across from him on an old mattress, her face was swollen and tired. They hadn’t spoken much in days; there wasn’t much to say anymore. Every conversation seemed to lead back to the same painful topics. their son Lewis’s arrest and imprisonment, their financial situation, and the unbearable weight of guilt and regret that hung over them were overwhelming.

Gracia was still in the psychiatric hospital. Her condition had worsened over the past few months. Michael knew they