I looked at my phone and it was 1am already and we were an hour from home. “I guess I’m going to have to take a rain check on the rest of that.”...He said as we started driving back home. For the next month, each weekend consisted of something similar, we’d go out driving for hours on end, I would throw myself at him, and he still wouldn’t give in. I was getting pissed, I knew he wasn’t going to give in, but I kept hoping he would. I finally gave up on him and started dating someone else. I. Kaitlyn didn't spare herself when she told her stories. Danny tried, but Kaitlyn and I both corrected the "spin" he tried to put on things to make himself seem like a victim rather than an active and willing participant in his various woes.This too was a kind of therapy. All of us laughing and vying with each other to bring up episodes that once caused us massive worry and grief, but which now, with the passage of time, seemed no more than amusing anecdotes to explain our family's strange. He was smiling too and when he told me, “Come on in,” I cordially stepped inside.The curtains on the sliding glass door were open, making it relatively bright but as John closed the door behind us, I froze in the entryway. I felt trapped, but when he put his hand on my back and guided me toward the living room saying , “Go on in,” I felt obligated.I was apprehensive and when I looked back at him he immediately said, “I’m glad you wanted to come over.”As I moved away from the front door, John. I previewed my trip to know that my only must-see stop would be the gorgeous Zion National Park. Beyond that, it was the unknown that beckoned.Finishing a late light lunch and a quick drive-thru for a flavored espresso drink, I veered my small sedan onto Interstate 15 towards Las Vegas. After driving for about 3 hours, and almost on a whim, I pulled off the Interstate at a freeway exit. The exit sign indicated that I was headed for some place called Silverton. The exit ramp ended on a two lane.