Seona’s POV
Mark studiously avoids any conversation the next morning, eating his breakfast in silence before downing his coffee and disappearing back into his room where I can hear him rustling around.
Rinsing the plates, I place them in the dishwasher before drying my hands and heading to my own room to get ready to head back to Mark’s work to meet the lawyer that has offered her time to help me.
Once ready, I hover outside of Mark’s door, bouncing nervously from foot to foot until my anxiety about being late and upsetting the lawyer outweighs my reluctance to disturb the soldier.
Knocking meekly, I wait until the door opens, the huge man filling the door frame as he looks down at me.
‘Uh . . it’s nine o’clock’ I mumble, staring at the space between our feet.
Mark sighs, ‘yeah, OK, are y……
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