My nights with Mark have been quiet and long. I've been lost in my thoughts. It's breakfast, and I've been stirring my spoon in small gentle circles in my cereal bowl. My milk starts to bubble and get thick. The thickness forces me to lose my appetite.
"Sammy, are you okay, my love? You have hardly said anything to me since the mall? Are you having second thoughts about the wedding? If you are, I need to know? My parents and family are paying a lot of money to fly over to the States for this wedding, and if there is the slightest doubt in your mind about us working out, it would be nice for my parents to get their money back."
I look at Mark and take a bite out of my cereal to stall the conversation. I don't know how to respond. He doesn't know about Robbie and me, that would end thi
