time.” Marco replied slightly nodding his head back and forth looking like he was in a bit of shock himself not expecting to see her. He hadn’t had time to plan this scenario out although he had gone over it in his head every time he thought of her.
She nodded in acknowledgement then glanced over at Angelo to help keep her composure while she still had a beating heart. She cleared her throat before she spoke to him. “One last thing before you leave, I would like to suggest you take Alex to the funeral services, it might help him, you know a chance to say good bye. The decision is yours. The arrangements are scheduled for tomorrow at 3:00pm at the church across from the High School.” She smiled courageously hoping they would both leave so she can gain some self-control.
Angelo responded again trying to take everything in. Looking down at his feet and then up again to face her. “I will definitely take your advice and see what happens next. As for tomorrow, I will talk to him and let him make the decision. Thanks again for being there for Alex.” Angelo extended his hand to her and she felt good that she made some head way with him.
She shook his hand and again reiterated that she is here if they needed her. Angelo put his arm around Marco and patted his back and stated; “Let’s get you home, you my brother might be a dose of cheer for Alex.”
She watched both brothers walk to the door as Marco turned his head around and looked at her with scrutiny, weighing his words. “It was great to see you.” He said and swiftly disappeared. She stood looking at an empty door way. She sat back down on her chair exhaling the breathe she held and began to shake wondering how much more her nerves can endure. Oh my God, Marco is back home; for how long and why after all this time? Great to see you was all he could come up with? Did she ever cross his mind? Is he already married? All these thoughts were circling her mind. One thing she knew for sure, she needed to stay as far away from him as possible if she was ever going to survive his visit home. Then a crazy thought entered her mind; is it just a visit or was he back home permanently?
Chapter Two
Gathering her things she began to head out of the building everyone seemed to have left for the evening. As she looked around she never thought in a million years she would be working at the very same school where she attended. The same halls she would run through with Marco and Nate even though they had a year over her. The building was very old and held so much history. There is a great deal of pride that goes into this town which is one of the reasons why Marisol would never leave. Walking outside she took a deep breath and could smell the rain as it began to drizzle. It was dark and cloudy you could feel the autumn season in the air which was her favorite season. She sprinted to her red Jeep Wrangler it had the attachable soft top in black; one of her first achievements after graduating college and paid in full. To her that equals success. She hated debt and wanted nothing to do with credit. She needed financial freedom since she only had herself to depend on.
Her parents William and Valencia Braxton gave her no siblings nor did she have cousins to converse with. Valencia left all her family behind when she fled from Mexico to North Carolina. Her father an only child worked various jobs at his father’s tobacco farm before he became a police officer for the county sheriff’s office and her mother was a part time seamstress dreamt of designing her own clothing line one day. Marisol still remembers all the stories her mother shared but everything else was a blur as time passed. Life seemed good to Marisol until that fateful afternoon; she was only in eighth grade when she came home from school to see three police cars in front of her home, they lived in a one story ranch with two wooden rockers on