Chapter 20
Marcus had dozed off shortly after he’d pulled Angie close. He awoke slowly and laid silent for a few minutes, content with listening to Angie’s breathing. Then, ever so carefully, he eased out from her grasp and slid out of bed.
He pulled on his pants and stood there watching her for a few minutes more. Then he grabbed his shirt and pulled that over his head, too, and made his way out into the kitchen. Laying on the table was his revolver. He didn’t know if he wanted it any longer.
He could have been lying. But in his heart he knew that West hadn’t been lying at all. He didn’t know anything about his father. So why does it matter if I’ve found out something about him that doesn’t mesh up with what I imagined him as?
Because what if I turn out like him?
Marcus shudd
