Now he was forty-one. A billionaire. Respected. Interviewed. Applauded.
And he couldn’t lift his hand to knock.
The door opened before he touched it.
A woman stood in the frame, leaning on a cane that looked carved from a tree branch, not purchased. Her gray hair was pulled into a simple bun. Her face was still Sarah’s face, but time had added parentheses around her mouth, like life had been whispering an argument into her skin.
She blinked slowly.
“Are you lost?” she asked.
That voice.
The same voice that had haunted his dreams so relentlessly that sometimes he woke up reaching for it, grasping air like a man trying to catch smoke.
Marcus felt his lungs forget their job.
“I… I was looking for Sarah Williams,” he managed.
The woman tilted her head, listening in a way that made his chest tighten. Her eyes were pointed in his direction, but not exactly at him, as if she could see the outline of a person and nothing more.
“That’s me,” she said, and smiled.
That smile was still dangerous. Still capable of undoing him.
“Do you know me?”
Every honest answer in him tried to rise.
Yes. I know you. I know the sound you make when you laugh with your whole body. I know the scar on your left knee from falling off the porch swing. I know how your hands used to smell like flour and soap because you baked bread when you were nervous.
Instead, his cowardice dressed itself up as politeness.
“Someone gave me your name,” Marcus said. “Said you might help me with some information about the area.”
Sarah’s smile softened. “Please come in. It’s not good to leave visitors outside. Would you like water? Coffee? I just made some.”
He stepped inside and almost tripped.
The dirt floor was clean, but uneven. The walls had damp stains that looked like old tears. A bucket sat in a corner collecting drops from the ceiling with the patience of someone who’d learned not to complain.
This wasn’t a palace.
This wasn’t even the shadow of one.
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