Mark forced a breath through his nose, trying to shake off the unease that crept up his spine at Rebecca’s words. He needed to change the subject before she noticed the way his body stiffened.
“She’s been through a lot, Rebecca,” he said carefully. “Give her time.”
Rebecca scoffed, swirling the wine in her glass before downing it in one gulp. “Time,” she muttered. “That’s all I ever do—wait for her to come around. But she never does, Mark. She never will.”
Mark didn’t know what to say to that. Because deep down, he knew Rebecca was right.
Kendra wasn’t going to come around. Not to her.
She’d come to him.
The thought made his chest tighten. He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s late. Maybe we should all just get some sleep.”
Rebecca sighed, setting her empty glass on the counter. “Ye
