Greyson’s POV
It wasn’t until almost noon of the next day before dad was given the green light to leave the hospital. Then I had to pick up his new prescriptions on the way home, figure out some lunch for us both as soon as we get there, and then help dad with getting around the house and putting him to bed to rest as per his doctors orders. It was physically and emotionally draining for us both, and my day was basically shot by the time I had a moment all to myself.
And in all this time, I had only gotten one short text from Aubrey, saying she was having a bad day as well, and that she’d call me tonight.
Hmm. Aubrey claims that SHE’S having a bad day? Worse than finding your father half dead on the bathroom floor? And then having your fiancée brush it off like it’s no big deal?
