CHAPTER 27

“He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.”

Sherman Alexis

    Mark was exhausted, worn down, and pushed to maximum capacity.  The sleepless nights were adding up and quickly taking a toll on him.  Even though the wedding reception had been a disaster, he appreciated the rare chance he had to sleep in his own bed.  He was sprawled face down diagonally across his queen size mattress, his comforter pulled over half his face, the other half facing the breeze of his fan.  He was cold, yet Bradley had been right, the moving air was peaceful, comforting.  So was not having the distraction of a cell phone.