At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

I sat in the back seat holding Nora, I tried to understand what the note could possibly mean.

Daniel had supposedly died in a single-car accident.

Late at night.

On a rural road.

His car had left the pavement and hit a tree.

That was what I had been told.

But even then, something about the story had bothered me.

Daniel was the most careful person I knew.

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