Outside the door, Cynthia burst in, tears streaming down her face. Victoria and Gary followed, and the three of them knelt by Marc's bedside, unable to rise. He was the one who had given them life, the one who had raised them. Now, he was gone—separated from them by life and death…
Even Jim, a man as tough as he was, had tears welling up in his eyes. He quickly turned and left the room.
Doctors and nurses moved in and out, tending to their duties, while Cynthia remained there, kneeling, her expression dazed as she watched them cover Marc's body with a white sheet and wheel him out of the room. Albert Wilson bent down and helped her to her feet, and she collapsed into his arms, tears flowing uncontrollably.
