Despite my attempt at hiding from him, the familiar tones of his voice carried across the bar as he called out to me: “Hey, babe.” There was no avoiding an encounter. I had to stop and talk to him. Shit. #YouJustStartedaBook
I saw him the moment I walked through the door—my dad, the town drunk. One of them, anyway. Quietly, I made my way toward the bathroom, hoping he wouldn’t see me.