beside me.
“No one else came?”
“Guess not.”
He shut his eyes.
That was the whole scene. No speeches. No healing string music. Just a sick man in a hospital bed and me sitting there because I decided to, not because they owned me.
When I left, my mother followed me to the elevator.
“You’re still angry.”
I pressed the button.
“Yes.”
She gave me that same look continue reading …
