Vina’s POV
Gene was already complaining when Edge and I walked through the front door Sunday afternoon.
“I don't need everybody checking on me.”
Sarah's voice came from the kitchen.
“Then stop giving everybody a reason.”
Edge shut the door behind us.
“Sounds like Dad's feeling better.”
“Logan?”
Dad appeared from the hallway.
He looked better.
That was the first thing I noticed.
Still not completely himself.
He moved slower than he had before the hospital.
The weight he'd lost over the last couple weeks showed in his face.
But his color was better.
His eyes were sharper.
And apparently his ability to complain had fully recovered.
Dad looked at Edge.
“Did your mother call you?”
“No.”
“Bullshit.”
I smiled.
“We were coming anyway.”
“That sounds suspiciously like hoverin
