73. Old Ground
Zander
The apartment felt quieter than it had in weeks. Mara had gone out with Jess for a short walk after I insisted I would be fine alone for an hour since I also wanted her to remember that she also has a life outside taking care of me. Doc had cleared the short absence as long as I stayed in the chair and didn’t try anything stupid like trying to fix things or riding a bike. I sat in the living room recliner, the wound in my side still pulling whenever I shifted the wrong way, and stared at the muted television.
Marcus came in from the kitchen with two glasses of warm water and set one on the table beside me. He didn’t sit right away. He stood there for a moment, looking anywhere but at my face.
From years of experience, I could tell that he wanted to say something b
