Charlie Dessen

I’m fifteen. I like video games, pizza, and pretending not to see the cracks in my parents’ smiles. But when your dad disappears and comes home acting like a stranger, you start paying attention. To everything. The wrong brand of beer, the wrong laugh, the way he misses a memory only the real him should have. I’m not a hero. I’m just me. But sometimes, that’s enough to anchor a universe.