ise
he only sound the rhythmic beeping of machines.
like a surreal film. Harrison. The mo
about. I just had to ta
ntle hand stroking my hair. I
Are you in pain?" I
e soft, filled with a sadness a
rasped. "I'
of fear tightened in my s
my hand surprisingly strong. "If I don't s
ead washe
f I hadn't... if I hadn't taken you from that orphanage all those years
. "Dad... what are
y." Each word seemed to cost h
axis. I opened my mout
. He was delirio
ocket engraved with the Bass family crest. A few days later, child services transferred you from the hospital to t
. so selfish... Years later, I remarried, and Leo was born. You
elling a story about someone else
ttling sound. He tried to reach
he c
mouth, splattering across my fac
rom my throat.
es losing focus. He was still whis
over, my own tears mixing with his blood onushed in. The room d
ive GI bleed! Get h
lled me out of the room. The
wall, my legs givin
of horror. My father's
your rea
ass f
rr
lations, delivered in the
cked into a black hole, th
e operating room was still on. A nurse came out and s
s at his boarding school. I co
llably. I scrolled through my contacts, a long l
mb stopped
son S
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