With nothing further to do at the steel mill for the day, I decide to take Dad’s advice and head home. I stop at the drug store for a sports drink, needing to hydrate and think about tomorrow. What a mind fuck. It’s been so familiar, for so long, to assume my family just thinks I’m this big screw up. From the sound of things, Dad says they all actually appreciate me cutting through the tension, even if they won’t admit it. Okay, even if Liam won’t admit ...