Alex had been focusing on a picture of the three kids on the mantle. It was Greg's birthday in the picture, and they had all decided it was a good idea to put cake on each others' faces. Olivia wasn't too happy about it, but Alex had enjoyed taking pictures of them with cake in their hair, at least until he had to help her give them all baths. He had suggested just throwing them all into the pool, but he didn't like the idea of cake in the pool either. Had his father been to Greg's last birthday, Alex wondered. Had he been thinking of offing himself then too?
Alex frowned and felt bad for Olivia. He didn't want to drag her down with him into the darkness that was his heart right now, but he couldn't very well do much else at the moment. "Have you spoken to my mother again?" He knew she hadn't even mentioned anything to do with that subject, but he also knew she knew he was thinking about it. Alex was never very good at small talk when it came to these matters. "Do you know if she's decided what she's going to do?" It felt like it was someone else's father. Alex was so detached from it that he couldn't even imagine his father lying in a coffin.