My daughter called me from her wedding suite while I was lying in a hospital bed, still bl:eeding from the ac:cident.

better than spending her life babysitting you.”

I closed my eyes.

Pain spread through my body like flames, but my mind turned ice cold.

“Victor,” I said softly, “you picked the wrong broken old man.”

He laughed. “See you never.”

The line went d:ead.

The nurse stepped closer. “Mr. Whitaker, are you okay?”

I looked at the IV taped to my hand, then at the phone.continue reading …