It was another twenty minutes before Tristan appeared.
“You okay?” Brian reached out and curled his hand against Tristan’s neck.
Tristan held up his hands in a “wait” gesture. He paced across the kitchen toward the back door and then returned, drawing a deep breath before he spoke. “My mother is apparently in the hospital. Jason called to tell me.”
“COVID?”
“I would assume so. I only got partial information from him, in between pissed off demands that I arrange for our father to be allowed into the hospital to be with her.”
“I thought the hospitals were denying…” Brian began.
“They are. I couldn’t arrange anything for him even if I tried.”
“How sick is she?”
“I don’t really know. Sick enough they called an ambulance. And I should be worried, but mostly I’m just pissed. It was obvio
