Page 226 of Chaos has a Name
He’d bailed on all of them, forgetting that the men who guarded the family felt the pain of his diagnosis too. They were supposed to be family.
“What do you care?” Uriel asked.
Wyler stared at him.
“She’s my daughter. Of course I care,” he said. “What is this attitude?” he asked.
Uriel laughed.
“Oh, maybe the attitude is you bailed on us last week, heading here. You didn’t bother to tell any of us you were sick, like we didn’t matter. That was bullshit, Wyler, and you know it. You ran and this is the outcome.”
He calmed down.
It was clear he’d hurt so many people. Now, Wyler was thinking about what Timothy had said to him.
He.
Was.
Selfish.
“It was hard to come to grips with it,” Wyler admitted. “I wasn’t running as much as…”
Fuck it.
He was absolutely running, and Uriel called him out on his bullshit. Michael wouldn’t talk to him, Uriel was pissed, and he understood.
He hurt all of them.
“I’m sorry,” Wyler said.
Uriel leaned against the wall and crossed his feet at the ankles as he parked his ass there to babysit a grown-ass man. He would have felt bad about the cuffs, but he wasn’t feeling magnanimous toward him after the stunt.
“Whatever.”
Wyler was scared for Elizabeth’s safety, but it was clear he had another issue that needed to be handled.
The Marines were pissed at him too. If they didn’t find Elizabeth, and anything happened to her, they’d never forgive him.
And just maybe he deserved that.
“I didn’t think…”
It was seldom that Uriel got angry.
It wasn’t his nature. You didn’t grow up in a military family with an overbearing father to have temper tantrums, or to lose your cool.
It got your ass kicked.
Only, Wyler bailing on all of them hit a sore spot for each and every one of them.
Takoda had been hurt that the man didn’t show to see his child born. The Marines were pissed that a man they considered their grandfather, too, had walked away.
Oh, and that this shit all went down because they came here. If they lost Elizabeth, there would be very little forgiveness.
“You don’t think. That’s the problem. For three days, Elizabeth and your sons have had to alter their whole existences to get here. They uprooted all of the kids, all of us, and even the Feds.”
Wyler sat there.
