Chapter 70

KNOXVILLE FLOYD

"Hey, dad..." dad was sitting on a bench in the garden when I walked in.

"Son..." he glanced up at me, a warm smile creeping up his face.

"Come on..." he patted the space beside him on the bench, and I went to sit with him.

"Why are you here alone? Are you bored?" I asked, and he scoffed.

He quietly reached for the bottle of wine I didn't know was beside him, and two glass cups.

"I knew you would join me here, so I brought two wine glasses," he chuckled softly.

"Let me help with that," I reached for the bottle and poured some...