Anastasia’s POV:
We left Marcus in the corridor with Dean.
It was not a discussion. Marcus looked at me with those red rimmed eyes and I looked back at him and we had the conversation we had been having since we were children, the one that required no words, just the particular understanding of two people who had grown up in the same house and learned to read each other before they learned to read anything else.
He was not okay. He knew he was not okay. And he knew that I knew it and that I was leaving anyway because there was something that needed doing that only I could do and he would have done exactly the same thing in my position and we both understood that without saying it.
I touched his arm once on my way past.
He covered my hand with his briefly and let go.
Dean caught my ey
