Arthur survived the night.
The doctors called it a stress event, not a full cardiac arrest, and by morning his heart rate had settled enough that they moved him out of critical monitoring. He was sleeping when I left his room, exhausted from the ordeal, and I hadn't been able to ask him another single question before a nurse insisted I let him rest.
I hadn't slept at all. I sat in a plastic chair in the hallway until sunrise, replaying his words over and over.
There's another Vance. He's closer than you think.
Do not trust the man standing outside that door.
I didn't know what to do with any of it. Marcus had said nothing to me since the night before, and Damian had been locked in phone calls with lawyers and security since six in the morning, too consumed with protecting my father to
