C91 Mark's POV

Every now and then I look back at the little times Amelia and I spent and smile to myself wishing I could go back there. To that moment where it was just us. Everything went down the drain when she left me.

My thoughts were quickly hindered by my father’s butler. He cleared his throat to gain my attention and offered me a glass of whisky. I took it from his tray and took a small sip from it