Tears threaten to spill over knowing how much they love each other. Losing her is going to be another devastating blow, and I know that if I can’t get things under control where he’s concerned that I may just lose them both.
She doesn’t have much longer. Treatments have stopped due to the continued growth of her cancer and her weakened body just not being strong enough to take anymore. It won’t be long before my entire world falls apart.
The least I can do is make the most amazing woman in my life her favorite meal.
Chapter 3
Ignacio
I’m going to hear the beeps of these damn machines for the rest of my life, the soft in and out of forced puffs of air. True to form, my grandfather didn’t have a medical directive. There was no DNR on record when he collapsed a week ago, meaning the doctors had no choice but to put him on a ventilator and perform all sorts of lifesaving tactics.
They didn’t know this abusive, bitter old man probably deserved to die right there in the middle of the grocery store by the canned peaches where he collapsed.
But as much as I feel that in my bones, knowing the end is coming very soon, I still feel a little heartbroken. Not for him, but for the grandfather I should’ve had, for the man every boy needs in his life.
He wasn’t always hateful and cold. My mother grew up in a very loving home. He doted on her, treated her like a princess. She could do no wrong in his eyes until she married a Mexican and dishonored her family. His bigotry showed then, and by the time she had a son of her own, they no longer communicated. He wanted no part of her life and in turn, no part of mine, despite living only a handful of miles from each other. Then Dad went off the deep end, and he ended up with her spawn.
Maybe I should be grateful that he didn’t force me into foster care, but from the way I grew up, I have no doubt that probably would’ve been the better option for me. He made sure I knew daily how much my dad ruined her life before ending it.
The injustices I suffered from the age of six and up was the deciding factor in why I decided long ago to never have children. I scrub my hands over my face, not letting my mind go there. I can only handle one damn thing at a time right now, and as I glare at the weak, feeble old man in the bed, I will each forced breath from the ventilator to be his last.
The time doesn’t come until the early morning hours, where despite the machines breathing for him, his heart stops on its own. I watch the line on the machine begin to flatten before it finally remains solid.
I’m sure the pits of Hell are opening up to welcome him home, and as awful as it sounds, I don’t have a tear to shed for him. He hated me when I was born and every day since. Maybe now he’ll find a little peace not having to walk the same earth as the son of the man who destroyed his entire world.
Staff charge in to turn off the machines, and I can only sit in the corner and wait for them to finish. One asks if I want a few minutes alone, but I decline. I’ve given enough of my time to the old bastard, but even though I know I need to stand up and walk away for good, I wait for the orderly responsible for taking the bodies wherever they go after they expire to leave, spending a few more minutes alone in the room once it has been cleared out.
I need to call Wren with all the questions I won’t get answers to on my own, but I’m not a big enough asshole to do that this early in the morning.
For some reason, when I walk out of the hospital for the last time, I feel freer than I have in a long time. Maybe because when I showed up, I thought my last-living relative was soon to be gone, and even though I hated the man, that blood connection still meant something deep down. Seeing Tinley with that boy yesterday changed everything. Even in my anger, I know that kid is mine. I just need proof before I act.
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Even with as anxious as I am to get answers, my exhaustion wins out. I only meant to close my eyes for an hour or so until I was certain Wren was at the office and able to work his computer magic, but it turned into passing out for six hours on the couch.