He sat in the visitor’s chair beside my dialysis machine like it was his job description.
Black coffee. Historical fiction. No fuss.
He never missed a day.
Not holidays.
Not blizzards.
Not the kind of exhaustion that should have made a grown man cancel everything and sleep for twelve hours straight.
My family, though?
They phased out after the second month.
And I told myself I didn’t care.
I told myself I could operate alone.
But the truth is, loneliness isn’t just an emotion.
It becomes infrastructure.
Then Marcus entered the system.
And everything changed.
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