The rest of October passed in a blur. Most of Darcy’s time was spent doing homework or going to school, but she and Mark did find time to go out and do things. A week after going to the corn maze, Mark insisted they go dancing again, so she had agreed, a little less reluctantly than the last time. A few days later, they had gone to a haunted house that had scared the living daylights out of her. Why she had suggested a haunted house in the first place was beyond her, and she wasn’t keen on doing it again any time soon. The following week, Mark had taken her to see a new movie she had been dying to see as a way to cheer her up after getting a poor grade on one of her papers. Then, not even a few days later, she had surprised him after work with a picnic basket.
Now it was November, and he
