Chapter 1 Two Years of Almost July pushed the apartment door open, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses drifting out of the kitchen. She had been here more times than she could count — two years’ worth of visits, dinners, lazy Sundays, movie nights. By now, Mark’s apartment felt half like her second home. “Hey, babe!” Mark’s voice called as he appeared in the hallway, his boyish grin wide as always. He leaned in to...