“Your father is asking for you. Follow me.”
An older woman led me to a semi-private room where I found Spencer and the doctor. Both had their arms crossed and that wide-eyed gaze I’d come to recognize when Dad was tearing someone a new asshole. He stopped harassing them and turned his vitriol on me.
“I told you I would be all right. It wasn’t a heart attack. This was the stupidest waste of time I’ve…”
I cut him off before his language became more exotic.
“Dad, if it had been you would’ve died. What the hell did you want me to do? Let you croak in the parking lot?” My pulse raced, and for the second time that day I wondered if I would be admitted to the hospital too.
“Your son did the right thing Mr. Reynolds. Plus, you aren’t out of the woods healthwise. You have an ulcer, and I belie
