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

stopped.

The answer arrived before I wanted it to.

“Marcus.”

My entire body went cold.

“He’s been handling everything.”

Officer Reyes listened silently.

“He had me sign papers. I don’t even know exactly what I signed.”

My voice began shaking.

“If something happened to me and he had guardianship…”

I couldn’t finish.

Officer Reyes leaned toward me.

“Breathe. You continue reading …