Here, in this hospital, nobody cared that his father was governor, a man with the power to withhold or double their state funding. Here he was simply a patient who had to be constantly reminded to press the heart-shaped red pillow to his chest when he rose from a chair and coaxed to take a few more bites of the reduced-sodium diet. In some ways, Anton was glad that his father was so out of it; he would’ve found unbearable the realization of how far he had fallen.
