T Y L E R V I N C E N T
Talking to my long lost brother was easier said than done. No matter how hard I'd tried to convince him that Dad was a good man, he didn't believe me. It was no surprise, really. I mean, why would he believe someone he only met two hours ago? Why would he believe someone who had called him an asshole and told him that he wasn't welcome to the family?
I remained in the bar even after Flynn and his girlfriend, Kelsey, had left. I drank steadily from the bottle of champagne I'd asked earlier to cool down Flynn's mood. Who would have thought that I would be the one downing the alcohol all by myself?
"Hey, are you alright, bud?"
I turned to see Faith taking Flynn's seat. She plopped her arms on the cool metal surface and watched me with a frown. "You look like someone just rejected your confession. So I take it as a bad sign." Faith shifted in her seat. "What happened?"
