Edge’s POV
The waiting room was f*****g packed.
Not with strangers.
With Sinclairs.
Dean and Kelly sat along one wall with Cole, Mason and Harper.
Grant and Rebecca had Wyatt and Brooke with them. Tessa and Derek were there with Landon and Hailey.
Cloe sat beside Gage.
Mom hadn't managed to stay seated for more than thirty seconds since we'd arrived.
She'd pace to the doors, stare through the little window like that might make somebody appear, then walk back.
Vina watched her.
I watched the doors they'd taken Dad through.
Princess and Blaze sat off to the side. Tootsie and Iron were nearby.
Dad had bitched the entire way here.
He'd bitched when they put him in a wheelchair.
Bitched when the nurse told him he couldn't walk himself back.
He'd even bitched about the hospital
