MARI

Pierce and I sat across from one another at the kitchen table he preferred over the formal dining room. The feeling was mutual. In this part of his home, I could see the ocean outside his large windows. Pierce sat with his back to the view, his attention consumed by a stack of papers he’d brought with him from his office. He never looked at the ocean.

The only place I saw Pierce anymore was the breakfast table. Nothing changed between us as time ticked away ...