“We’ve been looking for you for over fourteen months,” Thomas added. “When your wife became ill, you moved from Georgia to Virginia, and your records fell into an administrative processing backlog.”
“I had to sell our home in Georgia to pay for Elena’s chemotherapy treatments,” I confessed softly. “The insurance denied three separate coverage appeals. We had to start over in a small rental.”
“I know,” Thomas said, touching my arm. “We tracked down the hospital debts last month through Daniel’s foundation investigators. Marcus, every single one of Elena’s outstanding medical balances was settled three weeks ago.”
The air left my lungs in an abrupt gasp. I stared at him in shock. “You… you paid off her hospital debts? All seventy thousand dollars of those remaining medical invoices?”
“The foundation paid them, exactly as Daniel instructed,” Thomas corrected softly. “He left enough resources to ensure you and Maya have a fully paid home near the coast whenever you’re ready.”
