Knox POV
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The stranger beside me asked, but I kept silent, looking down at the blood-red stain on the floor. I could sense him growing irritable. "Do you think having your brother and mate come to you is wise? You're not in the right frame of mind, sport!" He added with a sigh.
"My father is a good man!" I confessed, unsure why it was important that this man heard me acknowledge that.
"Was, he WAS a good man, Knox. He is dead." The stranger corrected me bluntly. I should be upset, and perhaps I was, but he was right. And I understood why he was angry; he had come here to see my father and catch up with a beer after a few years, and instead of getting that beer together, he would be attending my father's funeral, instead.
"Yeah, I know." I uttered sad
