He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking much less like a polished actor.
I glanced toward the gate where Jordan had disappeared.
One man had spent years convincing me I no longer mattered.
The other had spent one afternoon proving I still did.
I smiled.
Clark offered me his arm with an exaggerated flourish.
Laughing, I linked mine through it.
For the first time in a very long while, my happiness wasn’t an act anymore.
