Marcus felt the tremor in his right hand before he saw it, a subtle shake as he reached for his coffee cup during breakfast. He set the cup down carefully, flexing his fingers until the movement steadied.
"Everything okay?" Elena asked from across the kitchen table, noticing his pause.
"Fine," Marcus said. "Just stiff joints. Comes with age."
Elena studied her father carefully. At sixty-eight, Marcus had slowed considerably from the man who'd once navigated subway tunnels and confronted armed guards. His arthritis had progressed steadily over the past decade, but this tremor looked different from his usual joint stiffness.
"Dad, how long has that been happening?" she asked.
"Couple weeks," Marcus admitted, recognizing he couldn't deflect his daughter's clinical attention. "Nothing ser
