I sit up in my bed. The photograph of Mark on my engagement is my phone background. I love the way Mark smiles in the picture. His lips are curled forward, and his eyes never leave mine.
“Good morning, Sam. I was wondering when you were going to get up this morning. Here I brought you a cup of coffee.”
The cup of coffee is warm. It has milk and sugar, everything that Mark loves in his tea mixed with coffee. Robbie doesn’t drink coffee much. When he does, I think it's in memory of his dad. So there I go again, thinking about Robbie.
“Are you okay, babe? You have hardly said anything to me since you got home from your coffee date with Hazel. Did she say something bad about me? Did I leave the toilet seat up again?”
A smile stretches across my face and the flutters I once had for Mark
