Mark’s shoulders seemed to slump under the weight of his double life. He glanced between us, both of us waiting, our expressions a mix of anger and confusion. His voice was barely audible when he finally spoke.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Mark began, rubbing the back of his neck. “I never meant to hurt anyone. I just… I got caught up, and I didn’t know how to get out.”
“Get out of what, exactly?” I pressed, my heart still pounding in my chest.
