Greg
Greg Turner was on the way to give his daughter a piece of his mind. She had changed her number, and her email address. She never called, never came by to see how he was. After all he had done for her.
She wouldn't be living in a gated community now, locked away from him, if he had not sacrificed everything for her. His family, his business, his own house, all so she could make a wish on a second birthday candle, a wish to be pretty and popular, a wish that would not have come true without him.
Angela had changed her number too. The last he'd heard she was in Austin, or maybe Arizona. He couldn't be sure. News sources were so sketchy these days.
He had been reduced to delivering newspapers and folding sheets at a hotel laundry just to survive. True, Jeanette had offered him a large sum of her trial reward, but he had refused her. He wasn't going to be known as the leech who stole from his daughter. He had made her what she was. He'd take his punishment like a standup guy.
Jeanette had no right to ignore him this way, to toss him aside like she had her old friends and her old life. Greg had found a strange ally in Rod Wallis for a while, but that ship had sailed now, and Rod too would no longer take his calls. Rent was coming due, and he didn't have it. He only had beer because he had found a $20 on the ground in the parking lot of a gas station.
He could always call Cindy, but she was never in one place anymore. Cindy the stewardess, who was off seeing the world and probably dating the world while he decayed here as Skylin crumbled around him. The scandal had rocked the town off its foundations and it had never been right again. Neither had he.
Maybe he would ask Jeanette for one final loan and get the hell out of here. Right after he finished his last beer.