Marc entered my apartment, almost kicked the door down. What was with this incredible strength. He had kicked the door once earlier tonight. I had felt that thud between my legs and now he was again, anger visible in her eyes and, something seemed to have changed. There was something different about him. I couldn’t tell what it was but he certainly wasn’t the man who was with me in the shower.
“Veronica.” He nodded to my mother, ignoring me completely.
“Marc. It’s nice to see after all these years. So I guess, you two have already met?” Mom asked, gazing the sincereity in his pose and words. She seemed to be on edge tongiht. But now that Marc was back, Mom wasn’t on edge, but on guard. Yes, she had adjust her stance, and kept her distance. Her voice was calm as she spoke to him but her
