Her emotions were on overload as she tried to shift her thoughts from Nathan and concentrate on Mark. She wasn’t sure how she could help him. The feelings he’d buried about his father were being forced to the surface and, for the first time in his life, Mark was in love. And fighting it with everything he had. He was a strong man with strong convictions. Sadly, he’d witnessed his mother’s heartbreak as well as hers. It hadn’t given him much faith in love. Mark had been almost nine when Nathan died. He’d seen the joy that love could be and also saw the suffering that came from losing the one you love. It had taken two months for her to leave her room and close to a year before she’d found the strength to leave the house. During that time, she hadn’t packed Nathan’s things, nor let anyone else near them. For a time, she was inconsolable. A part of her had died with him. It was Mark who pulled her out of the dark place she’d been.
