Marcus’s Confession Wasn’t About the Kidney — It Was About My Wife
Marcus told me he’d been carrying something for eight years.
A night driving home from work.
Exhausted. Distracted. One mistake that didn’t look like much until it ruined everything.
He drifted into the oncoming lane and clipped a car, sending it off the road.
The driver survived the initial crash.
But the injuries led to long-term complications.
And eventually, kidney failure.
Marcus swallowed hard.
“That driver was your wife,” he said.
“Jennifer.”
