Haven sat in the driver's seat of his car, stopped beneath the canopy of a large oak tree in the stop where he and Alexis used to require long strolls. The stop was purge now, with the sun starting its plummet, casting a brilliant shine over the calm scene. Haven 's hands rested intensely on the steering, his knuckles bruised and rough from the prior battle. His right eye throbbed, a reminder of the blows exchanged with Matthew.
As he sat there, gazing at the park in a distance where children once giggled, an empty throb settled in his chest, heavier than the physical torment. He wiped the blood from his busted lip with the back of his hand, eyes narrowing as he saw movement close the park's entrance. Alexis was walking toward Matthew, her face carved with stress, totally overlooking
