Chapter 36

I stood there, alive, sober, enlightened—a man resuscitated from the grave.

Who was this man?

A few minutes later, I walked into the bar again, not knowing what I’d do or say to him, but when I saw Jack in the back, at the last table, sitting on another man’s knees, my heart sunk. The lucky guy had his hand on Jack’s slender thigh and was yelling something into his ear.

Disappointed and slightly humiliated, I hurried out of Reggie’s, confusion and resentment making my jaw click. I dug for my keys in my jeans and set out for my car in the parking lot.

“Hey, wait up!” Jack yelled behind me. “Sebastien! Wait!”

I spun around and faced him. “What?”

Jack slowed down, stopping a few feet from me. We stood on the sidewalk, under the sheen of the street light. “I know your name ‘cause I saw you at Walmart last week.”

I had to look away.

What a disgrace.

So he’d seen me in that ugly blue uniform. Seen me unloading trucks.