Duncan's entire body tensed, his knuckles turning white as his fists clenched at his sides. His teeth ground together so hard it felt like they might shatter. Rage boiled in his veins, an inferno of fury threatening to consume him.
If it weren't for the fresh wound from his surgery, if he had even a fraction of his usual strength, he would have launched himself at Greg without hesitation, fists flying, and wouldn't have stopped until the bastard was left gasping for air on the cold hospital floor.
But reality was cruel. Right now, he was nothing more than a broken man, confined to a hospital bed, unable to even stand without wincing in pain. Helpless. Powerless. And worst of all, forced to watch as another man took his place in his wife and son's life.
No matter what he said, no matter how much he wanted to fight for them, his words carried no weight. Not when he was too weak to even stand on his own two feet without the help of his walker.