"Come to bed."
Aria's voice was soft in the darkness of Marcus's room, and she stood in the doorway watching him stare out the window.
"I can't sleep," Marcus said without turning around. "Every time I close my eyes, I see Karl's face and remember that he's not mine. That my wife was pregnant with another man's child and I never knew."
"Then don't sleep," Aria said, and she crossed to him. "But don't stand here alone, torturing yourself either. Let me be here with you."
Marcus finally turned to look at her, and exhaustion mixed with something else in his expression, something hungry and desperate.
"I don't want to be alone tonight," Marcus admitted. "I don't want to think about Catherine or Karl or DNA results. I just want to feel something other than this pain."
"Then feel me," Aria said, and she took his hand and placed it over her heart. "Feel this, feel us, feel something real instead of ghosts and betrayals."
