Mark

The hot, humid air combed through Mark’s hair when he leaned out of the car, watching the narrow dirt road and the thick greenery just beyond it. It had been two months since Dana told them she’d secured a position as the mother of Toro’s baby, and Mark had since gotten used to the idea, as outrageous and plain wrong it was. He stuck out his hand and almost managed to grab some leaves off a branch protruding into the road.