Chapter 27

“He looks older than I remember. I didn’t expect he’d be walking with a stick.”

“No.”

Mark gave me a squeeze. “Should I let him back into my life? Or should I walk away now I know he’s all right?”

“I can’t answer those questions for you. I’ll support whatever decision you make. But you don’t have to make any decision yet.”

Mark nodded and snuggled in even tighter. I kissed the top of his head and rubbed slow circles on his back, hoping he’d nap before dinner.

“I love you,” Mark said sleepily.

“Love you, too.”

* * * *

The restaurant was really nice. The lighting was low and classical music played quietly in the background. A tall, black-haired man in his mid-forties showed us to our table. Roy was already sitting there, looking nervous. On seeing us, he got to his feet, a cautious smile on his lips.

“You found the place all right?” he asked.

Mark nodded and I said, “No problem, your directions were spot on.”