Millicent POV
A kind nurse with tired eyes finally pressed my coat into my hands. "There's nothing more you can do here, Miss. You should go home. Get some rest."
Rest. The word was a foreign language. How could I rest when I was the cause of the issue that had nearly resulted in a murder?
The door to the visitors' room in the hospital where I was sitting swung open. It was my parents; they stood there and watched me with burning anger in their hearts. Mom's face was a mask of both anger and fear. Behind her, my father stood in the hallway; I was too scared to look him in the eyes. I had some questions to answer concerning my disappearance on my wedding day, and now this, another difficult explanation of how I got entangled with a Mafia, to the extent of fighting to have me.
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