Anonymous POV
Tuesday arrived, marking the day of departure for the conference in St. Louis. As lunchtime approached, those attending the conference wrapped up their work and began preparing to leave. Sade, already packed, had placed her suitcases into Adamo’s Yukon Denali and was now loading the last of their necessary equipment onto a push cart. With her purse slung over her shoulder and a bag carrying her tablet in tow, she carefully maneuvered the trolley, filled with vital electronic gadgets and data, down the hallway.
As she walked, she ran into Marcus. She smiled and asked, "Are you heading down with the cancer team?"
Marcus shook his head. "No, my wife is due any day now. I can’t leave."
Sade laughed. "We’ll miss you this year."
"I know you will! Who else is going to keep yo
