Leonard
Yesterday, I texted Mark. If you don’t answer my text, I’m coming to France, which is where I think you are. If I don’t find you there, I’ll keep looking. Please talk to me.
He actually wrote back, surprising me. I’m at the Charles de Gaulle airport. I’ll be home late tonight. Come over tomorrow.
Well. It’s tomorrow now. I park in front of his house and stare at the building. It’s got solid structure. Sort of like Mark. He’s normally such a solid, strong presence in my life. Losing Evangeline has been the absolute worst, but losing Mark is almost as bad.
Taking a deep breath, I get out of my car and march to the front door. Mark opens it before I can knock. He stands in front of me, his blue eyes hard, his face a mask of nothing. No feeling. No anger, no sadness, no irritation.
