Nine Men Laughed Outside My Wife’s Intensive Care Room—They Had No Idea What Their Trust Ledger Would Reveal

“How much was the favor Marcus wanted?” I asked.

She rested her hand on the desk.

“Fifty thousand dollars.”

I looked at her.

“He called it small.”

“He said we could afford it.

That we would get it back before the baby needed anything.”

“And you said no.”