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.

didn’t mean I was a

many mysteries surrounding Marcus. I would unravel

years taking care of me in the hospital. That was proof enough that

a deep sleep. I left to get some fresh air

ringing just as I sat down. It was

sinking feeling that the caller was my cold neighbor. This sort of mysteriousness

was sound

ascertained his safety, I picked up the call. “Hello, may I know

through

doubt that this

was unique, cold like the lakes in late autumn

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

and calmed my nerves. “Mr. Fuller,

test with Gregory. I’ll send someone

already used to his concise manner

checked on Marcus once more. “My friend

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