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Authors: Ella Miles
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he’s a threat to society. Like he’d grab a gun and start shooting everyone around him if the officer weren’t standing outside his room. The fact is, he’s an eighty-five-year-old man who just suffered a heart attack and major heart surgery, and he is lucky enough to still be alive and breathing instead of being buried six feet under by now.
I walk up to the officer, not sure if he will let me see Granddad. Maybe I can’t talk to him until after he is released from both the hospital and police custody.
“I’m here to see Lee Felton. He’s my grandfather.”
“ID,” he says.
I dig my ID out of my purse and hand it to him.
He carefully looks over it before handing it back to me. “You can go in, but I need you to leave all your belongings with me. And I need to pat you down before you enter.”
I nod and hand the man my belongings. He proceeds to pat me down and then holds the door open to my grandfather’s hospital room that is now also his prison.
“You have one hour. He is being released tomorrow morning on bail, so if you need to talk more with him, you can do that then.”
I nod and enter the room. The hospital room looks exactly the same as the last time I was here. There is just one marked difference. One of his arms is handcuffed to the bedrail. He can’t even get out of bed on his own, but the officer decided to handcuff him anyway.
I run over to his side.
“Granddad,” I say hesitantly as he lies in the bed, seemingly asleep. I should let him rest if he is sleeping, but this can’t wait. I need to know. I need to know as much as I can.
His eyes slowly open, and then he smiles when he sees it’s me and not a nurse or doctor or police officer.
“Kinsley, I’m so glad you came. I heard they released you last night, but I wasn’t sure if you would want to see me.”
I take his frail hand in mine. “Of course I want to see you. You’re my grandfather. I love you. You’re the only family I have left.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“I don’t count Mother. I dropped her off in rehab this morning anyway. She needs to get better.”
He pats my hand. “I’m glad you did that. She does need help.”
“What about you? How are you doing?”
He shrugs. “I’ve been better.”
“They told me you are getting out of here tomorrow morning.”
He nods but doesn’t say anything more. He’s not freely going to talk to me about this. He’s not going to tell me what the hell we were both arrested for without me asking first.
“What is going on? What happened? Why were we both arrested?”
He looks out the window of his hospital room without answering me. I give him a second to gather his thoughts, but I soon realize that is not what he is doing. He’s avoiding me, not answering me, which surprises me. I thought, once I asked, he would answer, just like always, but I guess being faced with spending the rest of your life in jail changes a man.
“Granddad, did you and Dad do what they say you did? Did you lie and cheat to grow the company? Did you commit fraud and money laundering to build the company?”
Granddad’s head whips to look at me. His face is red, and his nostrils are flared. “Hell no, we didn’t do any of those things! I can’t believe you would even ask me such a thing. You think your own grandfather would commit such crimes? Your own father?”
“No,” I say firmly. “I don’t want to believe that what they say is true. I don’t believe what they say is true. I just need to hear you tell me the truth. I need to know why I’m facing charges of crimes I didn’t commit, why you are facing charges if you didn’t commit the crimes either.”
He takes a deep breath, and his face softens, the shade of red turning to a pale pink. I hand him a cup of water from the bedside table, and he slowly sips it. It further helps to calm his face.
“Why?” I ask again when he seems calmer. “Even
I walk up to the officer, not sure if he will let me see Granddad. Maybe I can’t talk to him until after he is released from both the hospital and police custody.
“I’m here to see Lee Felton. He’s my grandfather.”
“ID,” he says.
I dig my ID out of my purse and hand it to him.
He carefully looks over it before handing it back to me. “You can go in, but I need you to leave all your belongings with me. And I need to pat you down before you enter.”
I nod and hand the man my belongings. He proceeds to pat me down and then holds the door open to my grandfather’s hospital room that is now also his prison.
“You have one hour. He is being released tomorrow morning on bail, so if you need to talk more with him, you can do that then.”
I nod and enter the room. The hospital room looks exactly the same as the last time I was here. There is just one marked difference. One of his arms is handcuffed to the bedrail. He can’t even get out of bed on his own, but the officer decided to handcuff him anyway.
I run over to his side.
“Granddad,” I say hesitantly as he lies in the bed, seemingly asleep. I should let him rest if he is sleeping, but this can’t wait. I need to know. I need to know as much as I can.
His eyes slowly open, and then he smiles when he sees it’s me and not a nurse or doctor or police officer.
“Kinsley, I’m so glad you came. I heard they released you last night, but I wasn’t sure if you would want to see me.”
I take his frail hand in mine. “Of course I want to see you. You’re my grandfather. I love you. You’re the only family I have left.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“I don’t count Mother. I dropped her off in rehab this morning anyway. She needs to get better.”
He pats my hand. “I’m glad you did that. She does need help.”
“What about you? How are you doing?”
He shrugs. “I’ve been better.”
“They told me you are getting out of here tomorrow morning.”
He nods but doesn’t say anything more. He’s not freely going to talk to me about this. He’s not going to tell me what the hell we were both arrested for without me asking first.
“What is going on? What happened? Why were we both arrested?”
He looks out the window of his hospital room without answering me. I give him a second to gather his thoughts, but I soon realize that is not what he is doing. He’s avoiding me, not answering me, which surprises me. I thought, once I asked, he would answer, just like always, but I guess being faced with spending the rest of your life in jail changes a man.
“Granddad, did you and Dad do what they say you did? Did you lie and cheat to grow the company? Did you commit fraud and money laundering to build the company?”
Granddad’s head whips to look at me. His face is red, and his nostrils are flared. “Hell no, we didn’t do any of those things! I can’t believe you would even ask me such a thing. You think your own grandfather would commit such crimes? Your own father?”
“No,” I say firmly. “I don’t want to believe that what they say is true. I don’t believe what they say is true. I just need to hear you tell me the truth. I need to know why I’m facing charges of crimes I didn’t commit, why you are facing charges if you didn’t commit the crimes either.”
He takes a deep breath, and his face softens, the shade of red turning to a pale pink. I hand him a cup of water from the bedside table, and he slowly sips it. It further helps to calm his face.
“Why?” I ask again when he seems calmer. “Even
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