"Right," I agreed. "And I just don't get it Mom, I mean I want to be in love, and Laura was perfect." I shook my head. "Beautiful, sweet, caring and she absolutely adored me. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like I don't want to be happy."

"Runs in the family apparently." Mom said and, as she spoke, reached down and held up a picture of Mark with Samantha that had been taken right here on the same porch swing Mark and I had always sat on at night when we couldn't sleep.

"Mark really fell for her." I said.

"Not far enough." Mom shook her head. "I...