He couldn’t tell if it was from lack of sleep or the melancholy of parting ways with Thomas. Although he yearned to know, it wasn’t his place to ask. After a pause, he ventured, “You and he…”

“Wie broke up,” interjected Cecilia, her tone casual.

She then strolled over to the window, reaching for her coffee cup.

Mark’s eyes followed her, noting a touch of solitude in her posture.

She was still in her early 30s, he thought, surely she yearned for companionship. He’d encountered Thomas a few times, and the man seemed to mesh well with Cecilia. Love aside, Mark believed they could have had a fulfilling life post-marriage.

His emotions were a tangle.

a blend of relief and

Leap into his embrace, but

little feet, craning her

Mark scooped her

their way around Mark’s neck. Admiring how handsome her father was, she planted kisses on his face, leaving a

Mark didn’t mind.

behind Cecilia, Olivia secure in his

eternity, he managed to ask, “Did you care for him?” Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt

Cecilia offered a

admit I did, would you cease to appear before me, or stop visiting

of pain shot through Mark’s

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