I confronted my daughter’s boyfriend – but I was really confronting myself
e squared off in an asphalt parking lot outside a diner near the interstate, somewhere between Denver and Colorado Springs. Me – coursing with adrenaline, sweat studding my brow – and my daughter’s boyfriend, who I’d flown from Chicago to meet.
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