Mason Wolfe (Wolfe Brothers #3) - Sandi Lynn Page 0,40
ago I was in stage three.”
“How long did they give you?” I asked.
“Six months. You can call Dr. Michael Shane at the Alaska Regional Hospital. He’ll send over my records.”
“Okay. I’ll order your tests, and someone will be in shortly. Try to get some rest.”
I had so many questions for him, but I needed to wait until his test results came back. Taking a seat at the nurses’ station, I picked up the phone and made a call to Dr. Shane. Within the hour, Jack’s medical reports came over the fax machine.
“Sara, Mr. Dawson’s test results are in the computer,” Corinne spoke.
“Thanks, Corinne.”
After opening up his chart and reading the results, I went back to his room and shut the door.
“Well?” he said as he stared straight at me. “It spread, didn’t it?”
“I’m afraid so, Jack. The cancer is in your liver. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
“I suspected.”
“It also spread to your stomach and there’s a few spots on your lungs, which puts in stage four. I’m so sorry.”
“How long do I have now?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. Maybe three months, at best. I’m admitting you upstairs and the oncologist will be in to see you. Is that why you came to New York? For possible treatment options?”
“You know as well as I do, Sara, there’s nothing they can do for me at this stage. I came here for other reasons.”
“Were you ever going to tell Mason? He really likes you, and this is going to devastate him.”
“This is doctor patient confidentiality and you can’t tell him.”
“Jack. You can’t keep this from him.” I furrowed my brows.
“I can do what I want. I will not cause them anymore pain than I already have,” he shouted.
“What pain? What are you talking about?”
He looked away, and then it suddenly hit me.
“You’re their father, aren’t you?”
“I’m the man that helped create them. A father, I am not. I came to see how they were doing, to make peace with myself for walking out on them all those years ago. I never meant to get close to Mason.”
“But you did, and then you met Nathan. Answer me this, Jack. Why haven’t you bothered to meet Elijah? He’s your son too.”
“I’ve kept my eye on him and his family. I was afraid he’d recognize me. He was older when I left.”
“He was four.”
“And he was smart. One of the smartest kids I’d ever known. If anyone would put two and two together, it would be him.”
“So what were your plans? Get to know them and then just take off without a word like before?”
“Like I said, I didn’t plan on any of this. And as soon as I get out of here, I’m leaving New York. Mason and Nathan are never to know I’m here. Do you understand me? I know your career is important to you and I would hate for you to get fired or lose your medical license because you broke doctor patient confidentiality.”
“Are you threatening me, Jack?”
“I don’t want to, Sara. I like you. I really do, but this stays between me and you.”
“Excuse me, Dr. Davis. I’m here to take the patient up to his room.”
“Go head. We’ll talk more about this later, Jack,” I spoke as I arched my brow.
I let out a deep breath as I watched the transporter wheel Jack out. I knew it. I knew something wasn’t right with him. But I never dreamt in a million years that he was Mason’s father. Shit.
Later that day, I received a text message from Aspen.
“Hey, Sara. Allison and Caitlin are coming over tonight, and we’re baking cookies and drinking wine. We’d love for you to join us if you’re not working. The guys are going to Rudy’s tonight for a few drinks. Say around six-thirty?”
“I’d love to. Count me in. My shift ends at six, so I’ll come right from work.”
“Excellent. I’m also making tacos, so come hungry.”
Chapter 32
Sara
“Sara.” Elijah smiled as he opened the door. “Good to see you.” He lightly kissed my cheek.
“Good to see you too, Elijah.
“The women are in the kitchen.”
“Thanks.” I gave him a smile.
As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, the aroma of tacos infiltrated my senses.
“Hello, darling.” Caitlin grinned.
“Hi, Caitlin, Allison, Aspen.” I gave a small wave.
“The tacos are just about ready. Go pour yourself a glass of wine and we can get this party started.”
“Where’s Ruby?” I asked Allison.
“She’s spending a couple days at her grandparents’ house.”
“Ah, nice,” I spoke as I brought the glass up to