Cissy wasn’t buying Mark’s latest excuse. She let out a small laugh. “Mark, do you think I’m stupid?”

“It’s true, Cissy, that night I—”

But Cissy cut him off before he could finish. “Here’s the deal, Mark. I’m giving you one month. If you don’t sort things out with June within that time, we’re done.”

“Cissy, don’t you love me anymore?” Mark’s voice dropped, pleading.

That tone—it hit me like a ...