Mechelle pov
In the evening, after Marc had fallen asleep, Shelly and I sat cross-legged on the sofa, each holding a bottle of beer.
"Cheers, Mechelle! Welcome back!" Shelly tapped her bottle against mine, smiling brightly.
"Thank you. I'm finally back. It's been six years, Shelly. Six years since I've been here," I forced a smile, though a faint trace of moisture blurred my eyes. Six years had erased all memories of the past from my mind. With Marc by my side, I was content. He was a gift from heaven, so understanding and bright.
