CHAPTER 75

CIARA

I was not quick to realise that something was wrong. 

No. Blinded by the grief and unending sadness I was feeling, I did not let myself think of what was going on behind my back. 

Days turned into weeks. I had eventually switched off my phone the next day after Noah called me through the night, and I didn't switch it back on. 

My intentions was to stay as long as I wanted, gather my thoughts, and think about what to do. Marcus indulged me and told me to take as much time as I needed. 

He worked from home most times, only going out if the occasion was important. At first, I thought he was staying at home just to be with me, but then I noticed a routine to his actions. 

We didn't talk much. I still wasn't in the mood for discussions. But we did make conversation once in a while. 

He cooked for me sometimes too, and while he wasn't as good at cooking as Noah, he wasn't half bad. 

After all, it was the thought that counted.