I blast into the hospital with Ford hot on my heels. He might be the least annoying moral support I’ve ever received. He’s just there. Getting shit done. Not asking me about my feelings. He got us a retired pilot he uses who lives in Rose Hill. He booked us a car on the landing side. He called ahead to the hospital to make sure Rhys was in the best room money could buy. One day, I’ll weep over his steady, supportive brand of kindness. But right now, I just feed off of his big-swinging-dick energy and cool, collected demeanor. He makes it easy to hold it together.
