Page 181 of The Holiday Clause

He turned to his brothers. They looked at him as if he had answers. “What?”

Wren pulled him back into the fold. “Your father has you listed as his proxy. The doctor needs you to sign papers.”

“Why me?”

Soren walked away. Logan returned to their father’s room.

A pen and clipboard appeared in his hands. He stared blankly at the words, trusting Wren when she urged him to sign.

Logan’s voice drifted into the hall. Wren followed his stare to the elevators. “I can wait here for Logan if you want to talk to Soren.”

In that moment, he didn’t have the words to talk to anyone, but he needed to get the hell out of there. “Thanks.”

He found Soren outside pacing beside an ambulance. “Hey.”

Soren turned and twisted a red lollipop out of his mouth. “This is totally fucked up.”

Greyson nodded. “Where’d you get a lollipop?”

“Turns out, hospitals don’t offer bourbon.”

Greyson shoved his hands in his pockets. “This is so...” He laughed without humor. “Fucked.”

“Tell me about it. I knew we’d eventually get to this stage, but some part of me always believed he’d rally. I mean, it’s Dad. He’s too much of a prick to die.”

The corner of Greyson’s mouth lifted. “He’s probably outraged.”

Soren chuckled. “Think God knows he’s about to get fired?”

Greyson smirked. “There’s about to be some serious restructuring when the new boss arrives up there.”

They both chuckled.

“Logan’s going to be rough,” Soren said, staring down at his shoes.

They all were.

“This whole situation sucks.”

“Yeah.” He agreed.

They stood in silence for a beat.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about Mom.”

Greyson met his stare. “Yeah?”

“Remember how she used to make us those hot dogs with the spaghetti pushed through?”

“Octopasta?”Greyson hadn’t thought about his mom’s cooking in years.

“Dad hated it. Said hot dogs were nothing but trashy food for trashy people.”

“He never liked when she cooked for us.”

“Mom didn’t care.”

“No, she didn’t.”