The dog had been termed “unpredictable” for over a year. The worst part was that nobody could seem to suggest a cure for the problem. And Marcus did not have the heart to rehome the dog— it seemed too great a disservice to Catherine’s memory.
Gerald Marsh, Marcus’s personal advisor and wingman, had recommended the facilities manager. Only a week after the funeral, he had sat in Marcus’s study saying, “You’ve been consumed by grief. Let me handle the practical things for now.” Marcus, hollowed out, had been grateful.