We boarded Evans' private jet while the pilot finished making arrangements for the flight. After telling him that his father was dying, he calmly asked me to prepare the plane to leave for Miami immediately. I had expected him to refuse to go see his father, as he had done with his mother years ago, but he didn't. Instead, he seemed in a hurry to get there. We didn't talk much about it; I didn't want to press him for information, and his silence only confirmed that this was affecting him more than it appeared.
After all, he was still his father. It couldn't be easy knowing he was dying, and that his stepmother, who was the same age as him, had to call to inform him. He didn't even want to speak to her, so I had to spend at least ten minutes explaining that, despite going, Evans didn't wan
