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.

memories hadn’t returned, that didn’t mean I was a muddled

surrounding Marcus. I would unravel them one by one

me in the hospital. That was proof enough that he didn’t bear

a deep sleep. I left to get some fresh air in

phone began ringing just as I sat down. It was an unknown

caller was my cold neighbor. This sort of mysteriousness

checked on Marcus through the window. He was sound asleep, his

I ascertained his safety, I picked up

voice drifted through the receiver. “Ms.

knew without a doubt that this was

like the lakes in late autumn with

didn’t expect someone as powerful as him

nerves. “Mr. Fuller,

your paternity test with Gregory. I’ll send someone

was already used to his

I’m at the hospital.” I turned around and checked on Marcus once more.

seemed to completely ignore my request as he talked over me impatiently, “Ms. Stovall, do you know how many thousands of people are employed at the Fuller