Chapter 36

I had never come to this place.

Even though it was December, New Orleans is touristy year-round, so I wasn't surprised to find tourists in a bar at twelve midnight.

I was undecided between crawling away or having just a couple of drinks; he would know as the rounds progressed.

I should be sleeping… I should be doing a lot of things right now, but none of them would help give me clarity.

He was a mature man in his early fifties, this crossroads was left for boys of twenty or even thirty, who could sit and think for a long time about how to solve problems. At my age, I should be worried about Lucas's rebelliousness. That he didn't get a teenager pregnant. What university would he want to go to; what was his preference in a profession. He should be thinking about who would carry on my legacy if he wasn't inclined to run the Dempsey estate.

The key word here is " should ".

I should be in a bed with a beautiful sleeping wife, to go for a run in the morning and go to work. I should be think