The pharmacist, Carolynn, pushes her glasses against her nose and looks over the prescription. "Mr. Little, you have taken these before, correct?"
"Yes."
She takes a closer look at the prescription.
"Wow," she says under her breath. "That's quite a heavy daily dose."
"Um, yes. Yes, it is."
"And, this is for... anxiety," she says just as I say...
"Anger."

Reese Little has a beautiful and loving wife, and adorable little boy, a large stack of bills, a crappy job...and a bit of a temper. Most of the time he's able to keep it in check, but lately his exquisitely violent nightmares have been invading his waking hours, leaving him questioning his sanity. When his house burns down under mysterious circumstances, he calls the one person who might have some answers - his father.
"You need to run," his father says. "Now. You're not going back to that house or that neighborhood. Meet me at the diner in no less than half an hour. I need to tell you something. I think a fight has been brought to your doorstep that you know nothing about. Reese... I'm sorry."