Chapter 36

I couldn't believe it was Marcel standing before me. It felt so unreal. "Marcel," I cried happily as I ran toward him.

Marcel's strong long right arm stopped me from getting close to him.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked, his voice puzzled.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I stared at him, shocked.

"Oh, there you are; you found him," Denah said as she came around the corner of the house, struggling with her shopping bag, trying to keep some of the things she had bought from falling out.

"Who are you?" Marcel again asked. He seemed to be curious and his dark eyes that once used to be filled with love for me, were now empty.

"I'm just a friend of Mr. and Mrs. Clayton," Denah answered. "They gave me this herb to give you." She handed him the small bag.

Marcel took it from her. "Thanks," he said. He took another look at me and hastily went inside.

I quickly wiped away my tears before Denah could see that I was crying.

"Let's go," Denah said and turned to walk awa