Love, hard work, and a shared dream.
Then his family fell apart.
His father lost the business. His mother’s health got worse. Money disappeared so quickly it felt unreal. I still remember the night Marcus sat on the floor of my apartment with his tuition statement in his hand, staring at it like it had personally betrayed him.
That was the first time I saw what fear did to him.
“I think that’s it,” he said.
“It isn’t.”
“I can’t pay next semester.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
He gave me a tired look. “With what?”
I didn’t have an answer that night.
But three weeks later, I made one.
I left medical school.
