Frank Morrison was in surgery when they arrived.
Maria sat in the waiting room, mascara streaked down her face, rosary beads wrapped around her hands. Danny paced, still in his Marine fatigues from base.
"Mom." Izzy fell into the chair beside her.
Maria grabbed her hand. "He was mowing the lawn. Just collapsed. The neighbor called 911."
"How bad is it?"
"They won't tell me anything. Just that he's in surgery, that they're doing everything they can." Her voice broke. "Thirty-two years of marriage. He survived twenty-five years as a cop, and now a heart attack in our own yard."
Alex stood back, unsure where to fit. Danny noticed.
"You Blackwood?"
"Yes. I'm so sorry......"
"Don't apologize. Just get my sister some coffee. She hasn't eaten since breakfast."
Alex left immediately.
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