Chapter 22

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A couple of days later, Francis had some options written out on paper. A proper pros and cons list that Marcus would’ve loved. He’d often made those when deciding something, no matter how unimportant, and with a smile on his face, Francis decided to call Padraig.

“Hey, Francis, I’ve been waiting for you to call,” Padraig greeted him, making his smile widen.

“Hi. I needed to figure out a few things, but I left the clinic, for good.”

“Oh wow…,” Padraig said in a long exhalation. “How do you feel about that?”

“Well, I made a list,” Francis replied, grinning as waited for Padraig’s reaction.

It didn’t surprise him in the least when he heard a small chuckle, a wistful one, and knew that Padraig felt the same kind of pain in his chest at that moment. They’d always miss Marcus, but at least they could now mention him sometimes.

Padraig cleared his throat. “What’s the list say?”