Marco’s POV
Marco sat in the dimly lit living room, the only sound coming from the clock ticking on the wall. His phone sat beside him, screen dark, just as it had been for weeks. He had called. He had texted. He had begged. But Sade never responded.
Until now.
His heart nearly stopped when his phone buzzed. He snatched it up, breath catching as he read the message.
Sade: Meet me at Robertson Park at 6:30.
For a moment, he just stared, rereading the words over and over. A light bulb went off in his head, and a rush of hope flooded his chest. She wanted to meet. She was finally giving him a chance to talk.
Jumping to his feet, he grabbed his keys, barely stopping to check the time. He still had an hour, but that didn’t matter. He needed to be there. He needed to make things right.
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