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shut his eyes for a second.

Derek looked at the table.

“She was already dying,” he muttered.

Marcus sat back.

And there it was.

Not remorse.

Entitlement.

The idea that a dying woman had somehow become unowned matter, free for harvest.

The mediation ended thirty minutes later when Derek’s attorney requested a private caucus and returned with a far more modest continue reading …