Chapter 71

Whatever they called it, Tuck’s condition was even more evident, more pernicious, after just a few hours in the unfamiliar environment.

“Dad?”

He’d stared right through Tucker, as if he wasn’t even there, whenever he visited, and wouldn’t—or couldn’t—utter a word. He was heavily sedated, according to Pfister, but Tucker knew it was more than that.

“Seeing his animals confiscated, having people walking through his home and pilfering his belongings, things that meant the world to him for whatever reason, not strangers, but members of his own family, his brother and his son—me—it took its toll.”

“It was already there, Tucker,” Hairy Ears reassured. “Don’t blame yourself for any of it.” Dr. Copeland, he finally revealed his name, was quite a compassionate man. “What about your hand?” he asked.