The Woman in White

room, Marcus sat alone.

His mother had left.

The weight of years pressed heavily on his shoulders.

Then the door opened.

Ava entered.

Marcus stood immediately.

“Ava.”

She held up a hand.

“No excuses.”

He nodded.

Fair enough.

“I just want the truth.”

“You deserve that.”

For the first time since they’d met, Marcus stopped trying to protect his image.

No excuses.

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