I can’t even be angry at the guy after he has come back and brought me pizza. Especially when I guess I was maybe a bit of a bitch. The pizza was good too. Hearing the stuff he had to tell me about my Dad hurt, I can’t lie, but I guess I am going to hear a lot of things I don’t really want to hear in the coming weeks. That is the whole point of me being here, right? All feels so surreal.

Seems my Dad was not quite so innocent after all. Or that is assuming the information this guy is giving me is accurate. Though why...