Chapter 34 Robin
I held back my emotions as long as I could, and lasted until we were across the Seine, far from the sirens and flashing emergency lights, and paused to take stock. My dad was limping, and had been leaning on me for support since we’d left the church. I was exhausted, past any limit I’d even known I had, but he looked terrible.
I had no idea how he’d kept going as long as he had. The blood I’d seen earlier on his head was dry, and in the streetlight, I could see it originated from a cut near his temple that was surrounded by heavy bruising. I hoped it looked worse than it was, but I wasn’t a doctor. Could he have permanent damage from that kind of head injury?
I looked at Mark. “We need to get him to a hospital.”
He narrowed his eyes then winced as he surveyed my dad’s
