Chapter eight
Mark made some effort for us to go to a nearby bar with me. Just for us to chill as a couple and perhaps start over. This was not the first time commodity happened between us and we agreed to start over, he frequently drifted back out into his work. But we aren't promised hereafter, we might as well keep trying as a couple.
It was a Wednesday night, around seven o’clock. Mark and I sat at a table near the window and I loved the decor outdoors, people walking, the road lights and looking at the bar. There were many people enjoying their drinks. Some were laughing while belting some musketeers and others just sounded to be enjoying the night. We all need that.
I felt my phone buzz and when I pulled out my phone to check who it was, I saw my father's name pop up.
-We heard
