“SO this is what the inside of a women’s restroom looks like. Got to say, it’s a lot cleaner.” I kept my head bowed and wiped my nose with the back of my hand. “Do you mind?” “I’m not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know I’m a fascinating guy, but this is starting to feel like an unhealthy obsession.” I pushed myself to my feet and splashed cold water on my face. Avoiding Scott’s reflection in the mirror, I grabbed a paper towel and dried off. “You’re also going to tell me who you were looking for in the men’s room,” said Scott. “I thought I saw my dad,” I shot back, summoning up all the anger I could to mask the stabbing pain deep inside. “There. Satisfied?” I wadded up the towel and flung it in the trash. I was heading for the exit when Scott let the door drop closed and leaned against it, blocking me. “Once they find the guy who did it and send him away for life, you’ll feel better.” “Thanks for the worst advice I’ve received yet,”
