We were still and quiet as we drove back to town. Vic held my hand like it was a raft bobbing in high water. He commented now and then about a tree or building or cloud he saw. I commented in kind, happy the truck was automatic and not stick shift so we could hold hands easier. In a way, we were closer now than we had been the night before in bed.
I parked in the back, and we were met by an agitated Greg, who was nearly crying.
“I called and called. I couldn’t get you on the phone, boss.”
Down the hallway, I heard someone bellowing, the words indistinguishable but loud.
I didn’t even bother asking what was going on but sped past Greg toward the foyer and the front desk as quickly as my leg would let me.
“I demand to see my son. I have a God-given right to see him and take him out of t
