She said nothing.
That night, I went into Cecelia’s nursery.
I opened my laptop.
And for the first time, I inserted the flash drive.
Part 5: Mark’s Last Defense of Me
Mark appeared on the screen.
He looked thinner than the man living in my memory.
His face was pale. His shoulders seemed smaller.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
Then he spoke.
“If you turned this on because you miss me, shut it off.”
I covered my mouth.
A laugh escaped through my tears.
“You don’t get to boss me around anymore.”
On the video, Mark shifted in his chair.
“I mean it, Sal.”
