POV: Nora Katherine died on a Tuesday morning, eleven days after the hospital admission, with the same precise control she had brought to every other moment of her life. The hospital called her lawyer, who called Marsh, who called me, and the chain of information felt fitting somehow for a woman whose life had been built entirely on the careful management of who knew what and when. I hadn't visited her during those eleven days. I had thought about it once, briefly, and decided against it. Whatever closure existed between us had happened in the members club, in the testimony she'd given at the custody hearing. I didn't owe her a deathbed scene, and I suspected she wouldn't have wanted one either, preferring to be remembered through actions rather than performed sentiment. The funeral was small. Marcus, escorted under supervision for the day with permission granted under compassionate grounds, stood at the graveside in handcuffs that the facility had allowed to be covered by his jac
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