Dark Matter

I love Thursday nights.

They have a feel to them that s outside of time.

It s our tradition, just the three of us family night.

My son, Charlie, is sitting at the table, drawing on a sketch pad. He s almost fifteen. The kid grew two inches over the summer, and he s as tall as I am now.

I turn away from the onion I m julienning, ask, Can I see?

He holds up the pad, shows me a mountain range that looks like something on another planet.

I say, Love that. Just for fun?
 
Class project. Due tomorrow.

Then get back to it, Mr. Last Minute.

Standing happy and slightly drunk in my kitchen, I m unaware that tonight is the end of all of this. The end of everything I know, everything I love.

No one tells you it s all about to change, to be taken away. There s no proximity alert, no indication that you re standing on the precipice. And maybe that s what makes tragedy so tragic. Not just what happens, but how it happens: a sucker punch that comes at you out of nowhere, when you re least expecting. No time to flinch or brace.

The track lights shine on the surface of my wine, and the onion is beginning to sting my eyes. Thelonius Monk spins on the old turntable in the den. There's a richness to the analog recording I can never get enough of, especially the crackle of static between tracks. The den is filled with stacks and stacks of rare vinyl that I keep telling myself I'll get around to organizing one of these days.

My wife, Daniela, sits on the kitchen island, swirling her almost­ empty wineglass in one hand and holding her phone in the other. She feels my stare and grins without looking up from the screen.

I know, she says. I m violating the cardinal rule of family night.

What s so important? I ask.

She levels her dark, Spanish eyes on mine. Nothing.

I walk over to her, take the phone gently out of her hand, and set it on the countertop.

You could start the pasta, I say.

I prefer to watch you cook.

Yeah?

Blake Crouch is a bestselling novelist and screenwriter. His novels include Upgrade, Recursion, Dark Matter, and the Wayward Pines trilogy, which was adapted into a television series for FOX. Crouch also co-created the TNT show Good Behavior, based on his Letty Dobesh novellas. He lives in Colorado.

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