Chasing My Runaway Wife
A voice interrupts my thoughts, and I wipe my tears before turning, to look at the person.
My heart breaks a little when I see Mark standing behind me.
What was I even expecting?
For Rowan to come and find me?
“Mark? Why are you here?” I stand up, wiping the sand from my clothes.
“Listen, I know you don’t want to talk to me and all, but it’s not safe here. You need to go home.”
Home? I no longer have a home.
“You knew, Mark, and you didn’t tell me. What home are you talking about? The one with my husband’s pregnant wife?” I say, walking past him. He grabs my hand, and I face him again.