“Why?” Marina whispered, searching Alex’s brown eyes for truth, for the answers that had haunted her for fifteen years. “Why did you flee when Danny died?”
Alex ran his hands through his lustrous dark hair. His was silky, fine and stick straight while Danny’s had been thicker and wavier.
Why had he chose to flee? To bolt? Disappear? It’s not like it changed anything. Danny was still dead. Marina and Mollie had moved on without either of them. Alex opened his mouth and closed it again.