C122 Temporary Peace

JAMES

Having heard nothing from my father, we drove to the hospital, anyway. Destiny insisted we stop at a fast-food restaurant on the way to get my dad something to eat. The aroma of sizzling burgers and salty fries wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

“I don’t care if it’s not healthy, James. He needs comfort food. Just this once