I knew it was bad. I just hadn’t realized how bad.
“Look, can we keep this between us?” Ford asked, grabbing the rest of the papers and shoving them back into a box. “I think Jonah might kill me if he knew I spilled all of this to you.”
Nikos snorted. “Alexio can keep a secret.”
I shrugged. I could. “I have no reason to tell him. But I appreciate understanding what all of this is about.” I forced myself to stand, grimacing at the ache in my legs as Ford climbed to his foot and grabbed his crutches. “Did you find anything at all?”
He jerked his chin toward the bed, where there was a small collection of paperwork. “A few doctors. I’ll pretend to be Jonah and give them a call. Killian told me we need to check about medical power of attorney and all this other shit. This is probably going to get complicated before it gets easy. Even if hefinds a place, if Jonah doesn’t have that, he can’t force Peter to move.”
And I doubted he would. He was a stubborn old bastard and liked to make things difficult. Turning to my brother, I shrugged. “You think he’d listen to you and agree to stay in a memory care facility?”
Nikos grimaced. “I don’t know. I can try.”
It was all either of us was going to get.
