Mirabella's Pov
When Matteo and I heard the crash downstairs and took to our heels, I was hoping that it wouldn't be anything serious. Going on downstairs, I prayed in my heart that it'd just be the kids playing and thrashing the furniture but that doesn't seem to be the case.
Not when my daughter's lips are spread wide in a toothy smile with blood smeared all over her face, and my son's features stoic, a better part of his body is soaked in blood.
Time suddenly slows down, my legs coming to an abrupt stop, leaving me rooted in a spot as harsh pants escape my parted lips.
Slowly, I whip my head around, immediately locking eyes with my husband who seems to be having the same thought as I. The situation isn't making any sense to me and I'm trying really hard to have a better understandin
