Holding your hand, sharing meals, holding your hand, sleeping together, holding your hand, growing old together, holding your hand, what else could one ask for.
She held Mark Reed's hand tightly, pulling him into the room, forcing him to lie down.
The two talked for a long time before falling asleep.
The next day, while still in a dream, the crisp doorbell shattered the morning tranquility.
Mark Reed squinted his eyes, picked up his phone to check the time, it was not even eight o'clock, who would come looking for him so early?
"Go answer the door."
Valentine Teller sleepily kicked Mark Reed, deeply annoyed by the disturbing doorbell, forcing Mark to deal with it.
The doorbell continued ringing, Mark Reed yawned, twisted his neck, picked up his robe and quickly walked towards the door.
Opening the door, he saw Yva Jack with swollen eyes, Mark Reed's brows furrowed slightly.
"Mark, do you know where my brother is? I've searched everywhere and can't find him..."
