A burn scar touched the left side of her cheek.
While I was still ordering flowers for an empty grave, he was busy gutting my company, later telling investors I had become « emotionally unreliable » a mere two weeks after Sarah’s funeral.
In one calculated sweep, Marcus took my clients, my trust, and whatever fragile part of my pride grief had not already ruined.
Marcus saw me first.
His face did not change the way I expected.
Marcus saw me first.
No smugness.
No fear.
Only a quick, controlled stillness.
Sarah followed his gaze.
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