I stared at Marcus’s message for a minute.
“Can we meet?”
My heart started beating faster. I had imagined seeing him again so many times, but now that he was actually asking, I suddenly didn’t know what to say.
I typed, “Where are you?”
His reply came quickly. “I’m on the road. Send me your address.”
I hesitated before sending him the address of my sister’s house. A few seconds later, another message appeared. “I’m coming.”
I smiled. “You’re serious?”
“Very.”
That night, I slept little. Marcus was coming. After months of phone calls and messages, I was finally going to see him again.
By morning, he was already in the city. I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, changing clothes twice before settling on a simple outfit. I didn’t want to look like I had spent hours preparin
