He documented everything before he ever checked into that hospital.

He wanted to force Devon into a mistake somewhere everyone could see it.”

I sat very still in that vinyl booth.

For forty hours I had believed I was the one keeping watch, the one protecting my helpless father.

And the truth was the exact reverse.

He had known what was coming, and rather than run, he had turned himself into bait — laid his own failing body across the trap — to make them reach for it in the open, where I could get free.