Finally, I turned off the engine. I got out of the car. My knees felt weak as I walked up the concrete steps and pushed open the heavy glass door.

The lobby smelled like floor wax and old coffee. Marcus was sitting on a vinyl sofa in the corner.

He was bigger now, with some gray in his hair, but he still had the same soft eyes.

Sarah, the administrator, met me at the desk.

End of story — Part 3 of 3
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