Leona’s pov
I texted Marco when the driver picked me from school.
Me: hey… can we talk when you get back? Please.
After five mins, he replied:
Marco: I’ll be late tonight, kitten. Don’t wait up.
I just locked my phone and watched the traffic blur past the window. My head felt heavy.
When I got home, the main door was already open. I stepped in and one of the guards was at the hallway, watching me. I looked away and walked past him. My steps echoed too loud in the house.
The whole house was clean and silent as usual. Dining table looked untouched. Marco didn’t eat. Or maybe he did and cleaned up after? Doesn’t matter.
The chef wasn’t around. I went to the fridge and I heated some leftover pasta. I didn’t even feel like eating and sat alone in the dining room. The walls were quiet. L
