Marcus's Pov
By the time I pulled into my driveway, the rain had become nothing more than a light drizzle.
I turned off the engine but made no move to get out.
The silence inside the car was strangely comforting.
It had been a long time since I had spent an evening talking about something other than work, lesson plans or court documents.
Tonight had been different.
For two hours, the conversation had revolved around books, storytelling and publishing.
It reminded me why I had fallen in love with literature in the first place.
I glanced at the empty passenger seat.
Dinner had been my way of thanking Debbie for everything she had done for my boys.
Nothing more.
She deserved to know how much I appreciated her kindness.
With that thought in mind, I stepped out of the car and hurrie
