Your bride is beautiful, isn't she, honey?

His mother pressed, closely inspecting her son with Kayla's photograph in hand as Carter sat beside her on the sofa, lost in his own thoughts.

Why was Marcus not picking up his calls? Or answering his texts?

What made his happiness run away from him without a warning?

Why did he not leave a message behind? Anything at all?

He did not even know where he lived.

There was nothing he could think of, except the handsome tattooed boy he had started to go crazy about.