C18 Mark's POV

Matthew and I arrived at his place, and the aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air. Sandra, a girl Matthew had hooked up with a few times, was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. We exchanged greetings, and Matthew filled her in on my encounter with my dad. Sandra listened attentively, her expression sympathetic. "Sorry, man. That sounds tough." I shrugged, taking a seat at the table