Chapter Fifty

inspired by Passenger- let her go.

•You only know your lover when you let her go. And you let her go.•

'Are you offering me these contacts? I think you need them more than I do.'

'A sip won't kill now, will it? '

'You really do have nice eyes. How often do you conceal them?'

'What if there's a link...what if...what she wanted was have a child with you?'

'A stripper...she's a stripper. She might utter one or two things which will ruin my reputation.'

'How much do you cherish your reputation?'

'I really have to tell you something...its urgent. I'm not just...Zaphrina.'

'There's nothing more between the stripper and me since that night.'

'What if you are that someone's special person?'

'Liza, wait!'

'No, I am sorry. Let me help you.'

In came the thoughts, each with its events. How blind. Just how blind had he been?

Liza had been on the tip of his nose all along.

That day, Marley dedicated his body to his room, rereading the letter and comparing the thousand dollars check w