Marcus's face shifted into a sullen expression, his shoulders slumping as he dropped his fork onto the plate with a soft clink. His eyes misted over as he feigned emotion, looking down at the table as if deeply hurt. Lina watched him closely, her heart tightening with concern, but she didn’t let up.
“Talk to me, Father,” Lina urged, her voice softening just slightly. “You said a lot about her last night when you came home drunk.”
Marcus hung his head, nodding slowly, his voice heavy with regret. “I’m sorry you had to hear about her like that. But I don’t want you to feel sad. Caroline… Caroline was my first love. The woman I cherished with all my heart before I met your mother.”
“I know,” Lina pressed. “You said that last night. But I want to know why she’s haunting you and, most impor
