“Your father was in prison,” she says. “He got sent there when you were two months old.” “In prison?” I breathe. “For what?” “The idiot got into a fight in a bar and beat a guy unconscious.” Her face darkens. “Is that what you do when you have a girlfriend and a baby at home counting on you? What a jackass. No impulse control—just like you. Anyway, Johnny got sent away on assault charges, and then when he got out, he didn’t want to have anything to do with us. Didn’t even try to contact us, and I can’t say I know where he is.”
