"Sorry, what?"
John Lester doesn't replay, he just gives me a long look, like I am some sort of puzzle and he tries to put the pieces in the right order.
I came to know Alan in the long time we dated, so having someone so similar to him in front of me gives me an uncanny sense of deja-vu. But it's more to it. He just claimed that he flirted with me, but even if his mouth was smiling, his eyes were like eyes all the time. There was no warm feeling in them.
I am starting to overthink this and today really is not the moment to be caught in man-drama. Today is about my father and the justice he deserves. Today is about the family I lost. Even if it's so much more painful to focus on that than to let my mind wander between superficial "problems".
Before anything even more bizarre happens
