"Veronica, it's bad—Owen, he…"
The butler, Walter, didn't get to finish before Veronica's phone rang. It was the hospital. She shot up from the couch, her eyes wide.
"What? My dad's awake? Hold on, I'm coming right now!"
Her voice trembled with excitement as she grabbed her keys and bolted for the door. Walter tried to stop her. "But Owen—"
Veronica cut him off, her patience thin. "What could be wrong with him? He's not dead, is he? Let him stew in the basement until I get back!"
She sped to the hospital and burst into the room where Andrew sat by Kenneth's bedside. Kenneth was propped up, looking better than he had in years.
"Dad, you're really awake…" Veronica's voice broke, barely believing it was real.
Andrew grinned, his eyes shining. "It's true, Veronica. Dad's back."
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