9
I didn’t call Mark.
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A huge chunk of skin got scraped off my
knee. The waiting room was packed. By the
time I got bandaged up, it was late.
I got home after midnight.
I walked in to find Mark sitting in the dark. I
nearly jumped out of my skin.
I flipped on the light, relieved.
“Mark, why are you sitting in the dark?”
He looked up, eyes red.
“It’s almost three in the morning, Sarah.”
“Yeah, I had a late shift at work.”
weed testing the waters.
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He paused, testing the waters.
“Last night… I didn’t make it to dinner.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
I put down my purse. “You yelled at her, so
you had to make it up to her. Her birthday
was the perfect excuse.”
Snap!
He grabbed my wrist, looking up at me.
“Her party’s still going on, actually.”
I was confused.
“I came home early.”
く
He squeezed my wrist tighter.
“I was waiting for you to call me.”
I froze.
Then I pulled my hand away.
He didn’t let go easily.
“It’s fine. I trust you guys.”
He watched me take off my shoes and coat.
“You’re… not mad?”
My voice was soft. “Not mad.”
“Sarah, I…”
His voice shook.
I cut him off. “Mark, can we talk about this
tomorrow, okay?”
I smiled wearily. “I’m exhausted. We can talk
as long as you want tomorrow.”
I went to the bedroom.
He didn’t come in.
But I didn’t hear the door slam shut, either.
