Chapter 4

As little time as I spent outdoors, I still appreciated the history of the city in which I lived. It was evident in the architecture, and some of the buildings were very old. It was something over which my father and I had bonded. He would sometimes do photoshoots for the city, and when I wasn’t in school—and a couple of times when I should have been—he let me tag along and would tell me the history, who built what and why it was important. I had a double major in Accounting and History, that was how much I loved it. Hearing those stories and learning about the past always seemed more exciting than what I was doing and had helped me stay sane while getting through college. Now, walking down the street, I could almost hear my father’s voice in my head, telling me anecdotes.

I stepped inside Quiznos a little while later, glad for the air-conditioning. The music choice was eclectic, and today, ABBA was playing over the speakers. My dad had been a fan.