Atlas was briefing his grandfather about all of the happenings of the last few days, when he felt a movement.
He continued speaking, not noticing immediately, until it happened again.
Pausing, he looked down just to be sure he was not imagining things.
Nothing happened for a few seconds until he opened his mouth to continue speaking."
Then he saw it.
The old man's hand twitched twice, and then it stopped.
His eyes widened as he jumped to his feet. In less than two minutes, the whole family had gathered.
A call was placed to the hospital, and an entire team was arranged to come immediately.
Thirty minutes later, the family were outside the room, all waiting for some news.
"Tell me again, Art. What really happened? Tell me everything," Cara Sinclair said impatiently.
She was her dearest fathers favourite. Perhaps because she was his last child, but they were always truly close.
