CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

“Sarah.. Sarah.. Sarah, can you fuckin hear me out?”

“No! You have no fuckin excuse, Snyder!”

While still holed up at Bonita's house, Snyder had missed Amy's eighteenth birthday celebration, and not just that, it had been days since the party but he hadn't reached out at all; the man had forgotten his own daughter's birthday. And Sarah was not letting him have it easy.

She'd called him that morning and was berating him intensely:

“Your daughter, your only fuckin child, Snyder, celebrated her birthday, and you didn't think it fit to show up or even call, that day or the next; you just let it slide! What kind of man, what kind of father does this? You've left her with me like I'm her mother, and I initially thought it was because you felt she'd be safer with me but I've only just realized that you did it so you could have the freedom to run off and do whatever the hell it is you're doing and you feel that's alright?”

“Sarah, I didn't just pull a no-show because I wanted to do t