Marco’s POV
The house was quiet as I unlocked the front door and stepped inside. The clock on the microwave read 4:30 a.m. I let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand down my face. My body still hummed from what had happened with Isla, but my stomach was tight with guilt.
I didn't even know how it had escalated like that. One minute, we were talking, and the next...
I swallowed hard and forced the thought away.
As I moved through the living room, my eyes landed on Sade. She was curled up on the couch, her chest slowly rising and falling, our baby girl sprawled across her, both of them knocked out. A tiny snore escaped from Sade’s lips, and a softer one followed from the baby.
For a second, everything inside me twisted.
This was my family. My home.
And I had just betrayed them.
I exhale
