Edge POV
Vina came back through the clubhouse doors with the same worried look she'd left with.
I watched her for a second.
She'd stepped outside to make a call, but she didn't say who she'd called.
Instead, she headed straight toward my father.
Dad was sitting at one of the tables with a drink in front of him.
While mom was trying to organize everybody for pictures.
“Gene, I need you to stay sitting.”
Dad looked up at my Ol' Lady.
“I am sitting.”
“Good. Stay there.”
I frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking something.”
That was all she gave me.
Sarah stopped arranging people.
“What are you checking?”
Vina ignored the question.
“Gene, are you having any pain or pressure in your chest?”
Dad stared at her.
“What?”
“Just answer me.”
“No.”
“Any trouble breathing?”
“No
