TECH RISING STAR MARIAN HENSON KILLED HER OWN SON FOR HER COLLEGE SWEETHEART. The bold letters drew a crowd in minutes.
And I knelt at the entrance, holding Freddy's portrait.
Silent. Motionless.
Everything she and Frederick had done, I'd printed into pamphlets and handed them out on the spot.
Some people's eyes went red just reading them:
"Is that a child in the photo? He was so small. How could Ms. Henson just abandon her husband and son, fake her own death for three years?"
"Faking your death is one thing, but cutting them off completely? Froze all the money, pretended to mortgage the house. Was this really a loyalty test, or was she trying to drive her husband into the ground so her ex could take his place?"
"The company needs to answer for this! If it's true, does someone like that deserve to sit in that position?"
Within the hour, a senior executive came downstairs personally to escort me up.
Marian stood in the doorway of her office, watching me approach. Her expression was unreadable.
The door closed behind us. The executive poured me tea himself.
"Mr. Graves, why don't you just forgive Marian and Frederick? Let it go."