Chapter Thirty
Walker
I wiped sweat off my brow and turned off the miter saw. Lucas and I had finished the flooring in the other cabin yesterday. I’d left him to put a coat of finish on it and moved onto the next one. As it was, I was alone when my phone blew up with texts and then a phone call.
“It’s Walker, what is it?”
“It’s Dave. He’s going to die.”
“What? Who is this?”
“It’s Steve, Dave’s brother.”
My brain felt fuzzy, and I couldn’t think. I nonsensically asked, “Are you sure? What happened?”
“He had a stroke and sustained brain damage. He’s on life-support, but it’s not looking good. If you want to see him, you’re gonna want to come now.”
I didn’t even think. I went through the rote motions of putting away my tools. I walked through the trees to my truck. I wanted to talk t
