hatred in his voice when he said it.

Maybe he's right. Maybe we are nothing to each other.

By the time I reach downtown, it's completely dark. The neon signs of bars and clubs cast colorful shadows on the wet pavement. I stop in front of a dive bar called Murphy's – the kind of place where nobody asks questions and the drinks are strong enough to make you forget your prI had followed my father yesterday. The curiosity was eating me alive, and I needed to see for myself who this supposed ...