Thankfully there was no fighting before he left for work. That probably gave Adam enough energy to make it through the day, or maybe it was just pure stubbornness.

The garage was never very busy, but he felt ready to pass out every time he had to get under a car. Going home would have been admitting defeat, so he stayed until the last minute of his shift. He considered going to the library to study, but the aches throughout his body and his blurry vision said otherwise. Perhaps it was time to rest.

Their dogs ran to him as soon as he got in the door but he didn't even stop to pet them. He shuffled to the couch and sprawled out face-down, shoes and all.