The steam-filled bathroom seemed to reflect his own inner turmoil, as if the world mirrored his conflicted state of mind. He closed his eyes, trying to find a moment of respite from the constant whirlwind of emotions. The water provided a brief reprieve, but he knew that the real healing could only come from mending the broken trust between him and Diana.
As he dried himself off and got dressed, Marcus's determination resurfaced. He knew he couldn't allow himself to wallow in guilt and self-pity. He needed to take action, to show Diana and himself as he was capable of change and was willing to pay whatever it would cost to keep the relationship alive and burning
With Tania's contact information in hand, Marcus took a deep breath and dialed the number. The phone rang, each second stretching into an eternity. Finally, Tania's voice filled the line, warm but distant, a stranger to the new number dialing her digits.
"Hello?" Tania's voice held a hint of curiosity and apprehension.
