Barlowe. I kept repeating the name until my body ran cold.
'His name is Zion Barlowe' Kiran's voice ran through my head.
No, nope, Nuh uh. There's just no f*****g way. No, I refuse to believe that of all the people on this planet I managed to somehow kidnap Kiran's father and bring him to this hell. There's no way. He can't be. I swallowed hard as the realization was hitting my gut with a fury of guilt.
"Zion, do you have a son?" I asked him, wanting to be sure.
"I do. Although I don't know where he is now. We don't talk. I haven't been in his life for the past few years." He hung his head in shame.
Fuck me, man.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes for this next part. Will it ease my guilt if I don't look at him when he answers my question?
"Is his name Kiran, by
