It was a few hours before he finally arrived, she hadn’t even drank the coffee in front of her. She just kept running the spoon around the rim of it as the creamer had long been stirred in but her mind was going through a 100 different patterns and none of them dealt with this. She finally registered to something when she felt his warm hands wrap around hers as he made her finally stop and realize he was there.
“Eva….baby what happened to you,” he spoke as he noticed some patches of blood still on parts of her hands and wrists.
“It’s not mine….it’s Marcus,” she spoke as she looked up to him slightly.
“He’s dead,” she spoke as she slid her hands from his but he got up as he sat next to her as he grabbed her hands again.
“What
