Chapter 8

It was surreal watching Mark interact with Mackenzie. My thoughts wandered as I stared at them, my mind in a daze—Mark, with his usual calm and composed demeanor, his eyes that stared at Mackenzie held an emotion I couldn't quite place. 

They were sitting on the floor in the living room, surrounded by a sea of colorful blocks that Mackenzie had scattered across the carpet. I had no idea where Mark had brought them from, after a quick sip of water they'd come here straight from outside. I'd just finished cleaning up.

“Do you think the princess would like a tower this tall?” Mark chuckled, holding up a toy block to the tower they were building. 

Mackenzie giggled, “No, it needs to be taller!” she insisted, her little hands reaching for more blocks.