The Fortune Article Hit the Table Before the Gravy Did

nobody liked it.

Marcus said almost nothing during dessert.

That was the strangest part. Not his anger. His quiet.

He sat with one hand around a coffee cup he didn’t drink from and looked at the table like it had betrayed him. Once, when Dad started to say something about calling an old friend in Boston, Marcus cut him off with, “Please don’t.”

I’d never continue reading …