RAPHAEL
Marcus was already sitting inside my study room when I walked in.
It's 6 am in the morning and he's already here.That alone already told me this meeting wasn't casual.
He got here before me on purpose too. I knew it immediately. Men like Marcus do things intentionally. Sitting there before I arrived was his own way of controlling the room before a single word was even spoken.
I closed the door quietly behind me before taking the chair across from him.
For a few seconds neither of us said anything.
We just looked at each other.
Marcus looked exhausted.
Not physically.
Something deeper than that, which I can't explain.
It's more like the kind of exhaustion that stays in a person's face for years until eventually it becomes part of them.
“How long?” I finally asked.
“Tw
