Sandy's p.o.v
I gazed into his eyes and suddenly all I could see was him. There was no denying that the man in front of me was the one I had cried for and loved with my life. He was Stephen. Although he had short hair and stood in casual clothes ( A black ripped jean and striped shirt). He really was Stephen.
"Ste...phen." I called nervously.
He looked at Kathy who was behind us, then back at me.
"No, my name is Marcus. But you can call me Mark." He answered softly with a smile.
"Mark?" I asked under my breath in shock.
"Yes." He answered while he dropped his hands from my body.
I was about to quickly hold his hand in mine when mother stepped between us.
"Honey. I think we should just go home okay." She said softly as I ignored her and forced a smile on my f
