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

charge of everything after Daniel died.

The funeral.

Insurance calls.

Estate paperwork.

Bank forms.

At the time, I was grateful.

I was heavily pregnant and barely functioning.

Marcus constantly told me:

“Don’t worry about any of this. You focus on the baby.”

So I did.

He brought papers for me to sign.

He said they were formalities.

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