With an abundance of patience, Mark stood there.

The passage of time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced ahead, disregarding his presence.

Beneath the soft glow of a dim street lamp, her graceful silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the leaves away, creating an air of desolation.

With a gentle click, Mark shut the car door behind him.

Swiftly, he reached out and captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before she could react.