บท 16: Chapter 16

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He had no time to think during the short drive, courtesy of a small-scale traffic jam as they got stuck behind a snow plow. Mark kept glancing at his rearview mirror, making sure that Francis was there. Every time he was, Mark’s stomach clenched. He wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing.

Too soon, they were parking in front of his house, and for a brief moment Mark wondered what the small home looked like to Francis.

Then it was time to face the music, and Mark trudged to the front door to unlock it. Francis followed him, and when they were inside, they shed their outerwear without speaking. It felt… momentous, having Francis in his home like this.

Before Mark could say anything, Francis touched his arm. “Go put away your gun and change into something more comfortable. I’ll wait here.”