I closed the door behind him, still staring.
His clothes were nothing like the colorful skirts and soft sweaters he had loved wearing as a teenager. There wasn’t a trace of makeup on his face. Everything about him looked different.
As if he could hear my thoughts, he looked at me. « People keep looking at my clothes instead of hearing what I’m saying. »
Heat rushed into my face.
« I’m sorry. »
« I came back for one reason. »
He met my eyes.
« It’s time for Marcus to stop lying. »
My heart started pounding.
« Lying about what? »
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