Marcus’ POV
I didn’t sleep that night.
Not because I wasn’t tired. God knew I was, but because I couldn’t stop watching the screen. I couldn’t stop watching my tiny little mouse on the screen.
The small monitor on my desk blinked with black and white feed from the corner camera inside Naomi’s hospital room. She had insisted on keeping the lights off after Layla had left. It seemed they had a harmless argument on which position the switch could be, on or off. They finally settled for off. My girl, Naomi would always win. Would do anything to have her way. It was dark in there, but I made damn sure the surveillance could work even if there was total darkness. Such a f*****g genius I was.
She was curled up in the bed, her back to the wall, arms wrapped around herself like she was holding
