Prologue
Mark sat inside his blue/purple Tuscan TVR sportscar. The engine was idling and his view was of the hills and winding roads. He had pulled off on an overlook viewpoint and tried to breathe.
Thinking clearly had vanished. Imagining a bleak future had appeared.
Mark never imagined this kind of betrayal, and he worried so deeply, he envisioned driving off the road and falling into the ravine.
