BREN
Apparently, I still had issues with my dad. Go figure.
I knew those feelings were there, just not how strong they were. They were packed in there, layer upon layer of them, and f**k, if I hadn’t a clue how to get that s**t out. No way was I heading back to counseling. I couldn’t handle the first stint I’d been court-ordered to do.
I needed to work out. Fight. Maybe drink. f**k. That’d get it all out of my system, or so I was telling myself that when Cross and Jordan came into the office.
No words were shared. They weren’t needed.
Jordan moved to pick up my bag and vest.
Cross walked toward me and looked me over, then handed me my phone.
After that, we filed out of there, moving through a large crowd of everyone in the lobby. I didn’t look at the booth where my dad had been sitt
