My Mother-in-Law Staged a Funeral to Steal the Company — She Invited the Press to Watch, and Recorded Her Own Confession
Chapter 17 — Doing the Right Thing
Every single morning of those nine days, Marcus arrived at the hospital before the doctors made their rounds.
He never made a speech about it.
He never once brought up the five years, or the audit, or the terrible things I had said about him, or used a single moment of my helplessness to collect the apology he was so plainly owed.
He brought hot coffee.