Exit
During his last trip downstairs, he had seen the door. For the first time since he had found his way into the bar.
"Someday, I won't hate your memory, Dad." Sara had told him that, giving him everything he could get from her.
Not that he had the right to expect or demand anything else.
And the door was there.
No need to put off whatever came afterwards.
"Someday, I won't hate your memory, Dad." Sara had told him that, giving him everything he could get from her.
Not that he had the right to expect or demand anything else.
And the door was there.
No need to put off whatever came afterwards.