Chapter 6The phone was ringing, startling me.
My hands were trembling, and I almost dropped the cell phone in the water.
Liam was calling, I thought, my head fuzzy from the alcohol.
I answered. “Hello?”
“Hello? Mr. Whitley?” Not Liam. It was a woman’s voice, soft and drowsy.
“This is he.” Reluctantly.
“This is Anne at Brockton Hospital. Your father’s having a bad night. He’s asking for you.”
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I texted Liam after getting off the phone with my father’s nurse and asked him if he could meet me at the hospital.
I drove slowly through streets glossy and slick with light rain, as dark thoughts of my father taking his last breath or becoming unruly with the orderly spun in a continuous loop in my head. A lamenting jazz song played as background therapy as I steered down familiar, u
