Chapter 12

“Dad understood. We’ve always been alike, and I think that pissed Mom off more than anything, so when he got really ill, I split.”

“You left?”

“Yeah.” Zen nodded. “There was nothing to be done, and Dad didn’t want me to watch him die. We closed shop, and I went to Scotland.”

“You went to Scotland?” Fred stared at him as if he’d gone insane. Maybe he was insane. He’d abandoned his father on his deathbed.

“Dad always dreamed about riding a bike around Scotland, so I did.” Zen swallowed hard, his eyes stung, but he blinked hard to make it pass.

It didn’t.

“I went where he’d always wanted to go, did what he always wanted to do.”

“I’m sorry.”