"How...," I said. "How’s he gonna die?"
"He won’t," said Mike, heading for the car. "Not if I can help it."
I got up and followed him. "So all this, you helpin’ me, was just so you could take him away again?"
Mike stopped in front of the car and held out his hand. "Car keys," he said.
I reached in my pocket and started pulling them out...then stopped. "Now wait a minute," I said. "I’m just supposed to let you take him?"
"Yeah," said Mike, snapping his fingers. "Give me the keys."
I closed my fist around the keys and took a step back. "But he’s my son."
"Oh, right," said Mike. "And you’ve done such a great job taking care of him. Why don’t I nominate you for father of the year?"
"Maybe I just need another chance," I said.
"Okay, listen," Mike said angrily. "Forget about
