Damien
“We could ask the board to convene for a vote," Stephen Elliott, my father's attorney and the head of Sinclair's legal team, said, keeping his voice low. “There is always the loophole."
I'd given the loophole consideration and decided to wait out my time.
Five months to go.
Looking around the drab kitchen, I noted the monotone palette lacked any appeal. The gray cabinets and dark countertop blended with the light gray walls. The fluorescent lighting did little to improve the atmosphere. The coffee pot on the counter seemed to have a never-ending supply of horrible coffee. I suspected the nurses kept it flowing though I never saw one of them making it. There weren't any windows, but if there were, they would show us the night sky, tall lights, and palm trees.
I lifted the pape
