The next morning, I woke up to three missed calls from Marcus.
For a second, I thought something had happened. I called him immediately. He answered before the first ring finished.
“Hey.”
“Why did you call me three times?”
“I wanted to hear your voice.”
I laughed softly. “At seven in the morning?”
“Is that a problem?”
“It depends. Are you about to give me bad news?”
“No. Nothing like that.”
“Then why do you sound nervous?”
There was a short silence. “I’m not nervous.”
“You are.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“Marcus.”
“I promise, it’s nothing bad.”
He ended the call before I could ask anything else. I stared at my phone. Something was definitely going on.
By afternoon, Marcus arrived at my sister’s house. He was dressed simply, but there was something different about him. He looked
