The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

what he wanted.

But mostly, I don’t think about Marcus.

I think about the waitress—whose name is Sophie, who I’ve since hired as my personal assistant at three times what she was making at the restaurant. Who still gets nervous when we have dinner meetings, still watches everyone’s drinks, still carries that protective instinct that saved my life.

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