“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” Griffin asked. The man frowned. “Sorry. I’ve grown up some. I’m Anton.” “Anton?” “Anton Degrassi.” A look of extreme pity crossed over the young man’s handsome face. “I’m sorry. You’re probably feeling a bit disoriented. Your daughter, Eloise, and I used to date.” “You did?” “Yes.” “And I didn’t kill ya when you broke her heart?” Anton laughed happily. “No, Mister Chalks . . . she broke mine!” Griffin tried to smile. “That’s my girl.”
