Chapter 33- In His House
Tyler's POV
The ride to Declan's house was nothing out of the ordinary. At least, not at first. Declan made a few attempts at conversation, but I wasn't interested. I barely knew the guy, and honestly, I didn't care to. What could we possibly have to talk about? The weather? Sports? How he abandoned me for God knows how long? Yeah, no thanks.
I had no idea how long this drive was going to be. I had never been to my father's house before—I didn't even know the man was still alive until recently, so forgive me for not having his address memorized.
I tried to keep my eyes open, but the steady hum of the car and the monotonous scenery outside made it impossible to fight off the sleep creeping in. I wanted to stay awake, to at least get familiar with the route in case I needed to find my way back. You never know when that kind of information could come in handy.