Chapter 47: I Don’t Think So“Well?” I said.
Jackson shook his head, looked exhausted. As well he might—we’d been at the hospital most of the night. His father had suffered a massive stroke, and the look in Jackson’s eyes suggested he might not make it.
“I’m sorry,” I offered. “How’s your mother?”
“She’s still with him.”
“Is he going to be all right?”
“I don’t think so. He’s not responsive.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“I always thought there would be time to talk to him. To say the things I wanted to say.”
“It’s not over yet.”
“We ignored all the warning signs.”
“He didn’t want to see the doctor.”
“We should have made him.”
I fell silent.
Jackson had a lost, bewildered look to him that I was not familiar with. If truth be told, he was always the more sens
