Did I just kill my dad?
Did I just kill my dad?This is the thought that slams through your horrified mind when your father collapses in a public place as a result of you being a total asshole. He’d never had heart trouble when I was growing up, but he wouldn’t have then, would he? Still in his… what, forties? I wasn’t even sure, so I certainly couldn’t do the math for his age now.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” I demanded, climbing into the driver’s seat of his RV after we’d extricated ourselves from the attentions of the waitress and an ER physician seated nearby.
“Yes, I am fine,” he said listlessly, as if he’d used so much effort convincing everyone else, he had no fabrication left for me.
I took a moment to slow my ragged breath and orient myself to the large vehicle. If I hadn’t given
