CHAPTER 26

After about thirty minutes on the road, which consisted of me being drowned in negative thoughts, Matt found a parking space by what seemed to be a bar, packed with people. The lit sign read "Websters," hung on a brick foundation. The smell of alcohol was prominent once I rolled my window down.

"A bar, Matt. Really?"

He turned off the car "Oh, c'mon Leslie. It will be fun. I used to come here when I actually did drink, and it has a great atmosphere. Plus, one of the best...