An Angel In my Bed

Vincent

He might have been seen as the devil, or the soulless surgeon, but my dad had a heart. He just didn’t allow people to see it. It made him feel weak and vulnerable.

All kind gestures, almsgiving, and anything relating to showing care to the outside world were done in secret. This was why people felt all he did was take from the society and, asides from saving lives, had never given to charity or anything of that sort. He always called it “tough love”.

My dad might have shown little to no emotions concerning the current dispute between my brother and me, but would you believe me if I told you it bothered him the most? It kept him up at night. He had known right from the party where he first met Anne that something would go amiss. He mentioned that to me. He said and I quote, “Anne Marie Scott is one of a kind. Most men would find her worthy to be by their sides, including my sons.”

Naturally, he pays attention to details. He scrutinizes all his doings and that of his subordin