Marshall stood on the steps for a long time. Long after the sound of Esther’s engine died. Long after the sun had started to heat the stones. Long after he should’ve gone back inside to call Esther and explain everything.
Why had he said their relationship was business?
Idiot, he chastised himself when he finally got up enough brainpower to move back into the house. It felt cavernous, like it would smother him if he stayed too long.
IdiotHe showered, dressed, and called a cab. No, he didn’t have a car. But he could still get around the island if he had to.
“Sweet Breeze,” he said to the driver when he arrived. The ride down the mountain in a car that smelled like grease and sweat wasn’t nearly as fun as driving with Esther. He had a feeling nothing would be as fun without her.
Why had
