Claire turned slowly, retracing her steps toward the station. The crowd bustled around her—strangers in a hurry to get somewhere—but she no longer felt lost among them.
Her mind was filled with questions, yet her heart was strangely calm. How could Mark sense what was happening to her when he wasn't even there? Was it luck? Intuition? Or was it something greater, something words could never fully explain?
As she walked, her thoughts wandered back to the years they'd shared. To the little things that made their love unique. To the way Mark always seemed to call her when she needed him most. To the times he'd finish her sentences, or somehow sense when she was angry before she'd even said a word.
Maybe there was nothing mystical about it. Maybe it was simply love, the kind that binds two souls so tightly that distance, silence, and even fear can't separate them.
