Page 1 — The Moment The Crowd Realized This Wasn’t A “Family Argument”
I looked up through the blur of pain and humiliation.
A man stepped out from behind the patio umbrella—mid-50s, calm, neat, holding a Diet Coke like he’d walked into the wrong backyard cookout.
He wasn’t family.
And he wasn’t impressed.
Tyler squared his shoulders. “Who the hell are you?”
The man adjusted his wire-rim glasses, took a casual sip, and answered like he was reading a chart.
“Dr. James Chen.”
Silence.
He pointed at me on the ground.
“Marcus’s orthopedic surgeon.”
