Sorry”
Mark grew angry just thinking about that woman’s words.
Still staring at the ceiling, he felt genuinely happy that his father was awake again. And for once, he wanted to share his feelings with Amanda.
His young, delicate voice trembled with rage.
“It’s Miranda. She’s liked Dad for a long time. Every time he’s home, she comes over looking for him. I really hate her. If Dad marries her, I’ll run away from home.”
“After Dad got hurt, she still kept coming by. That day… she suddenly showed up at the cottage to see me…”
When he got to this part, Mark’s eyes turned red. His small body curled up tightly, a posture full of unease.
Amanda quickly pulled him into her arms, gently patting his back, heart aching for him.
His words sparked a light in her mind—if her son was going to run
