KNOX
"Knox, son, what's going on? You've never been one to get into fights."
I slam the door of Dad's car shut and rub my tired eyes. f**k, everything hurts. My knuckles are bruised and split again, and I just need to shut my eyes and sleep for a few hours.
But I can't do that.
I promised Isadora we'd talk.
"They're the ones who started the fight, Dad. Don't worry about it. Everything's under control."
"You look like hell, son."
"Yeah. I feel like it, too. I've gotta stop by the club to get my car, though. Thanks for coming to get me."
"Anytime, son," he answers tenderly before putting his hand on my shoulder. "I'm worried about you. You're sure you don't want me to drive you home? I can fetch your car afterward."
"Thanks, Dad, but I can handle it. I promise."
It feels wrong to
