Until today, she hadn’t realized how much she loved Mark and how much she missed him. Seeing him standing in the doorway like that made her feel safe somehow. Everything would be fine now because Mark was here to save her. But as her eyes travelled all over him, she noticed his leather jacket and trousers and motorcycle boots. It had been too dark last night, but her eyes had made out the outfits the riders had worn and if she wasn’t mistaken, Mark was wearing the very same attire. Her mind screamed that it couldn’t be true. Mark wasn’t capable of killing innocent people. He had cheated on her, he had been dominating and selfish, but he wasn’t a murderer! “Mark?” she asked in a whisper. Mark stepped inside and Melissa could hear the glass crunching under his heels. She instinctively started to search the counter for any sort of weapon, but to her dismay, she found only ballpoint pens and old receipts stashed away in the shelves underneath. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”
