Then they went back to the dance floor. Back to movement. Back to a life that still made sense.
I stayed where I was.
Until Marcus crossed the room.
At first, I thought he was heading for someone else. Someone standing behind me. Someone who still belonged in that space.
But he stopped right in front of me.
“Hey,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I didn’t know what to do with that.
“You hiding over here?” he asked.
“Is it hiding if everyone can see me?”
He paused, and something in his expression softened.
“Fair point,” he said.
Then he held out his hand.
