A few weeks before he d*ed, Mark began asking to speak to his doctor alone.
I never understood why.
Whenever I asked what they discussed, he would only squeeze my hand and say,
“There’s something I need to arrange.
Please trust me.”
A few weeks before he d*ed, Mark began asking to speak to his doctor alone.
I never understood why.
Whenever I asked what they discussed, he would only squeeze my hand and say,
“There’s something I need to arrange.
Please trust me.”