I refused.
He asked for a second time.
I refused again.
To the third, he sent a letter.
I didn't read it for two days.
I finally opened it.
It wasn't long.
He said he'd lost his job.
That no one wanted to hire her.
That he had received threats.
That his mother was sick.
That I understood that I could never forgive her.
It ended with a phrase:
“I didn’t know who you were.” I looked at those words for a long time.
Then I answered.
Not with anger.
With one sentence.
“That was precisely the problem.”
I didn't need to know who I was.
I didn't need to recognize my name.
I didn't need to know there was a billionaire surgery waiting for me.
It was enough to know that he was a person.
Marcus Reed also lost his job.
Richard Walsh fired him before Ethan left the hospital.
