When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Marcus looked at me directly. “I already gave you the answer.”

His answer dashed my fantasies. “Oh, ok.”

You look alike, but you’re not the same.

This whole mess is because of my face.

“Are you disappointed?” Marcus hit the nail on the head.

I shook my head, hiding my true feelings. “No, I’m glad it’s resolved. I don’t have to worry about this anymore; it’s a relief. I only regret that I’m not Gregory’s mother.”

Marcus said jokingly, “If you’ve changed your mind about kids, I’m always ready to make a baby with you.”

“Pfft.” I rolled my eyes and snatched the water out of his hands. “You’re still trying to take advantage of me after admitting that you’ve been lying to me for years? Don’t make me kick you to the curb!”

Marcus’ head injury didn’t stop him from using his arm. He held his glass easily as he whined, “You’re going to treat a patient like this?”

I glared at him and dropped the subject.

that didn’t mean I

would unravel them one by

of me in the hospital. That was proof enough

after the meal, Marcus soon fell into a deep sleep. I left to get some fresh air

just as I sat

a sinking feeling that the caller was my cold neighbor.

Marcus through the window. He was sound asleep, his chest rising and

picked up the call. “Hello, may I

voice drifted through the receiver.

a doubt that

the lakes in late autumn with an inexplicable charisma. It was easy to

winning the lottery. I didn’t expect someone as powerful as him to call

and calmed my nerves. “Mr. Fuller, how can I help

have the results of your paternity test with Gregory. I’ll send someone to pick

already used to his concise manner of

caught me at a bad time. I’m at the hospital.” I turned around and checked on Marcus once more.

talked over me impatiently, “Ms. Stovall, do you know how many thousands of