he only way to descri

y grandfather – d

you? What

h aged, crackled

blazoned on the side was on the tarmac at the local airfield. A top-ti

ven slightly stooped with age, with piercing blue eyes that missed nothing.

chart, at the general air of n

" he announced.

erted by the hospital st

rise and forced politeness. "I'm Martha, Ethan's mothe

son," he cut her off, his voice like chilled steel. "He's comi

r. Finch is coming tomorrow

e agrees immediate transfer to a specialized facili

Sir, we love Ethan. We

ppraising, landed on her. "Lov

st further, I was being

to a new gurney, Caleb appeared in the do

he air of decisive action, and a look of panic cross

't go! I'm sorry about... about everything!

y" bumping the IV stand n

rom the nearby table and swung it, not at me, but at his own head, a g

clutching his head. "Ethan's

on cue, rush

glaring at me over her shoulder. "Eth

r a nurse. "He's unhinged!

the entire charade, his

is team, "Let's go.

as they wheeled me out. Their atten

eir manufactured drama. For the first time in days, I

there was a way out