Chapter 28
He hung up the phone after his nightly call to County Gen. They believed him, that he was just asking for updates on all who had been injured that night along with his son. But it was his boy, always his boy…
Things were going to get worse before they got better. And his son…his son might not ever recover. Not ever open his eyes, or look at his children, or…have any kind of life at all now. If he did wake…he would need assistance with even the most basic of tasks. They were saying paralysis now.
No improvement. No change. Not in weeks.
His son wasn’t getting worse, but…no sign he would wake, either.
He had been researching traumatic brain injuries. The odds, and outcomes. What the results would be after recovery. So many people were injured in accidents. It hurt him to think of the future his son faced, if he was lucky enough to recover.
His son would never marry, most likely. He’d never know the three daughters he currently had. Not going forward. He didn’t know if his son would even have full function of his own body, if he did wake. How was his boy going to live like that?
Have a normal life, even with all the other problems he’d been involved in?
Would his son even remember what had happened to put him in the hospital bed in the first place? If he did wake…prison was in his son’s future. For what his son had been involved in, what his son had done that night.
Maybe it would be best if his son didn’t wake?
He did not want to think of his son living the rest of his life in a medical prison ward.
And there was no legal way to get his son out of what he had done.
His son had made too many mistakes, left too many things behind.
If people started digging deep enough…everything could unravel.
It wasn’t fair. His son was young, had been strong and healthy. Intelligent and courageous. Building something, a future. Now, this.
He hadn’t deserved this.
Now…his father couldn’t just wave a magic wand and make everything better again. The world wouldn’t work that way. Not now that what his son had done had been revealed to all.
He forced himself to take a deep breath. To think.
Things would get better eventually. But he needed to have a plan. For one thing…the woman…who had his grandchildren.
She was the one ultimately responsible for what had happened that night. If his son hadn’t fallen so hard for her all those years ago, three children would have their father.
She had no business raising his grandchildren after this. None at all. He’d thought at first…maybe. But after this—she would pay. She had to.
For what she had taken from his son.
He was going to have to see what he had to do. His grandchildren deserved better than that whore. They deserved the best the world had to offer.
He was going to be the one to give that to them. Just like he had Riely.
And…he would make the ones involved pay for hurting his son.
First…he picked up the phone. There were loose ends he was going to have to deal with now.