life.
The woman at the desk looked me up and down like she was trying to decide what kind of trouble I was.
“I’m here for Jake,” I said.
“Last name?”
I realized, standing there, that I didn’t know my own brother-in-law’s last name for certain. Danny had been a Walsh. But I wasn’t sure if Jake was too. The family wasn’t close with him. Maybe he’d changed continue reading …
