Chapter 135

Andy closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh. He was going to talk to Wes, he was going to handle…whatever that was. But not right now.

Eleanor gave Andy a small, watery smile. “He’s a good boy.”

“The best,” Andy agreed. He looked at his father, fighting to breathe through lungs weighed down with pain and morphine and weeks of being confined to bed.

But still fighting. Because Charles was nothing if not a fighter.

“I loved you once,” Andy told his father. “I would have done anythingto make you proud of me. And if you were the genius that you thought you were, you would have seen that. You could have molded me into exactly what you wanted me to be. An echo of yourself. Mirror image. And all it would have taken was for you to be just a little bit kind.”

Charles was looking at Andy, a little. Off and on. Andy didn’t know if he was listening.