The reminder gave me chills. I placed a call to him but received no answer. When the server came to check on me, I showed her a picture of my dad and asked if she’d seen him. “Oh, yeah! I think he was here a little earlier over at the bar.” She grinned, glad to be of help without any clue of the catastrophic devastation she’d just unleashed inside me. Wounds I’d thought were long scarred over suddenly ripped wide open. How could he? After all this time. After I’d finally let him back in. How could he turn himself over to the destructive malice of his addiction? Was a relationship with me not worth the restraint of temptation? Questions wrought with a long-familiar agony assaulted me as if I were fifteen again and the past eight years had never happened. It was easy to fall back into the sa
