For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
“Mark, wait a minute,” I called out.
He stopped by the driver’s door.
I walked up to him slowly, keeping my hands open at my sides.
I told him I hadn’t meant to cause a scene in the restaurant.
I told him I just wanted to be part of Emma’s daily life.
Mark turned his body fully toward me.
He stepped close enough that I could smell the expensive peppermint cologne on his collar.
He looked down at me.