He’s right. I’ve lived my life full of regrets.
Sure, I’ve been successful in the boardroom, with Opengate, but all of that is because of Mikey’s death.
“There’s still no word from the hospital,” I tell him. “No results yet.”
“There’s been a sickness going around the department,” he says. “Lots of delays.”
“How do you know?”
“Inside information.”
I should be annoyed, but it shows he cares.
“Look,” he says after a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why don’t you come for dinner tonight? You shouldn’t be on your own while you’re dealing with this.”
That catches me off guard. “Who’ll be there?”
“My kids. My sister-in-law and her partner. Just family.” He hesitates. “Please come. I don’t want to leave you on your own.”
His words sit between us. I’m going to have to meet his kids at some point. Why not tonight?
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll go home and freshen up first.”
“I’ll drive you,” he suggests immediately. “You get ready, then we’ll go to my house together.”
I smile. Of course.
There he is again.
Ben.
Taking care of every situation.