Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

“Thank you,” I managed. “He was… he meant a lot to me.”

Marvin gestured to one of the leather chairs surrounding the long conference table. “Please, sit. We’re waiting for one more person, and then we’ll begin.”

One more person? I’d assumed I’d be the only one here. Elliot had been intensely private, and as far as I knew, I was his only living relative continue reading …