“Lena…” he started.
He opened his mouth, probably to deny it, then closed it. Rain hammered the window. A branch scraped the glass. stepmom makes the first move
Outside, the rain softened to a drizzle. The power didn’t come back on. And Mark, still holding her hand, leaned across the candlelight and made his choice. “Lena…” he started
“You’re serious,” he said.