The Parking Lot at Pine Grove

When Marcus walked out of Pine Grove Recovery Center after twenty-eight days, he expected an empty parking lot. He had burned through every relationship he had — his marriage, his friendships, his job at the Decatur fire station. He figured he would call a cab. But his father, James, was leaning against the hood of his truck, arms folded, wearing the same flannel jacket he had worn to every one of Marcus's Little League games.…