Patrick didn't make it far out of his room before he was stopped.
He had just descended the staircase and was about to reach for the coat stand when a shadow slipped into his path. Spencer. Leaning against the bannister with a smug tilt to his chin, arms folded, he blocked the way like a dog guarding its bone.
"Going somewhere? Father?" Spencer asked, his voice oozing with false concern. "Didn't you just say you weren't feeling well? Or was that just an excuse to run off before you showed your true feelings and concern for Adam in front of us?
Patrick didn't miss the glee in his tone. The boy was practically salivating at the thought of catching him red handed. But he too, was this boy's father. He knew how to handle people like him. He stared down Spencer for a moment and then said slowly, "I'm indeed not well, Spencer. That much is true. And when a man isn't well, he tends to see a doctor."
