I didn't know what I wanted to do after what happened in the restaurant. But I knew what I wanted to feel, which was nothing.
So when Lena suggested we go to the private club downtown to take my mind off everything, I didn't say no.
Which is why right now, I’m seated at the bar, my vision almost completely blurry from the number of shots I’ve had to take since I got here.
And yet, I can’t seem to forget the expression on my son’s face when he was trying to recognize me. Or the way he had looked at me, waved at me before he left the restaurant.
That moment burned into my mind like a permanent brand.
I glance at my phone screen again, checking if I have a new message from the anonymous person who had texted to let me know where my son was going to be. I have no idea how the person foun
