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

and the baby are safe right now.”

Then he asked me to tell him everything Marcus had done since Daniel died.

So I did.

Every document.

Every visit.

Every reassurance.

Every moment that had seemed strange but that I had ignored because grief had left me too exhausted to question anything.

By the time I finished, Officer Reyes looked even more concerned.

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