Page 68 of Crucified By the Dark
“You can draw your own conclusions, Andrew, but ending up in a screaming match with you is not why I called you here.”
“Yeah, what is so damn important that you called me away from Kyle? Why didn’t you just come to the hospital if you wanted to see him so badly?”
Morry bit her lip, her nostrils flaring at the condescending tone. Did he talk to Lindsay like this? I bet he didn’t. For whatever reason, Andrew had turned into a grade-A piece of shit ever since she filed for divorce. He was the one caught cheating and decided to broadcast his bare ass to the world, but it was her he treated like shit.
“I called you here because I knew that this was how you would react to the news, and our son doesn’t need to hear us going at it like rabid dogs,” she said.
Trev removed his hand as the tension in the room diffused.
“You have a point there. No point in everyone being kicked out of the hospital,” Andrew said. Somehow, he managed to say it so that all she heard was that it would’ve been unfair if he got kicked out, but not her.
“The second reason I called you here was to tell you that I’ve found Kyle, a donor, and he’s agreed to donate part of his liver.”
All the color drained from Andrew’s face, the condescending and angry glare washing away. “What?”
“You heard me. I’ve spoken to the best specialist in the country, and he’s agreed to do Kyle’s surgery next week.”
Andrew stumbled to the seat on the other side of the desk and sat down. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this. How? Who?”
She swallowed down the smirk and the temptation to say something sarcastic. “He wishes to remain anonymous for now, but I will tell you that he is one of the bikers from the Legion.”
Trev had talked her and Jeremy into keeping the information of who the donor was quiet. He said there were many reasons. One of them was that it would only give Andrew more cause to be pissed off that he’d been deceived the day she went to the hospital. They’d also broken the law by impersonating a doctor.
Trev was right, of course, but she couldn’t deny that she looked forward to seeing his face when he found out.
Andrew shot to his feet like he’d been fired from a cannon. “No. No fucking way is my son getting a piece of liver from one of those—those—heathens,” he yelled, pointing out the window toward the clubhouse. Morry licked her lips and tried for calm, but every second with this man in the room only made her more murderous. “I’m not going to let this happen. I’ll call the judge, and….”
Morry slammed her fist on the desk so hard that the little lamp bounced and fell off with a crash. “I’m so sick of you and your attitude,” she seethed.
Andrew winced like he thought she was planning to shoot him as she reached for her phone. Pulling it out, she opened a text from Kyle and held out the phone for Andrew.
“Look at him, Andrew. Look at our son.”
“I know what he looks like.”
“Look at him,” she screamed, and Andrew stepped back. “Now.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and stepped close to the phone. She waited until his eyes were focused on the image before she spoke again.
“Look at him,” she said softly. “He’s dying. He’s dying, Andrew. The doctors give him six weeks to live at best. Six weeks and our boy will no longer be here.”
Tears welled in Andrew’s eyes as he stared at their son’s smiling but jaundiced face.
“Can you stand there and honestly tell me that you would prefer he die than get the surgery he needs because you hate me and what I do that much? You hate those men more than you love your son and want him to live?”
“I don’t hate you,” he said so softly that Morry barely heard the words.
She looked over at Trev, and he took the cue. He stood and left the room, closing the door behind him. Walking around the desk, she sat on the edge staring at the man she once thought she would be with for the rest of her life.
Morry crossed her arms over her chest. “Andrew, I don’t understand any of this,” she said and watched the large bay door open and then close again as four of the motorcycles emerged and made their way to the gate. “You’ve hated and resented me from the moment I filed for divorce. Were you pissed off that I was the one who filed before you? Please help me understand how we got to this point.”
Andrew ran his hand through his messy hair. Before Kyle got sick, she’d never seen Andrew look out of sorts or disheveled. But there were rings around his eyes now, making him look like a raccoon, and his shirt was untucked from his jeans.
“I don’t hate you. I wish you would stop saying that,” Andrew said, much calmer, like she’d poked a hole in his balloon and all the hot air had seeped out. “I hate that this is what you decided to do when you got back, but I don’t hate you. I…I still love you.”
Her mouth fell open and would’ve hit the floor if it could have. “Say what now?”
“Morry, what I did was wrong. I was lonely and angry, and Lindsay was there, but I never stopped loving you and wanted to work things out. I was so upset when I was served, and you hadn’t even spoken to me about filing for divorce.”
