The phone slipped from Marcus's hand, landing on the couch. He stared at the wall, his mind racing. I was there at that party?

To think that I had heard everything that he said that day made Marcus's mind spin.

He reached for the Macallan whiskey bottle to soothe the pain in his heart yet my crying image flashed before his eyes. Panicking, he quickly grabbed his phone and dialed my number.

I was sitting in my small apartment, staring out the window at the gray sky, when my phone rang. The ...