MALIA
The sound of the shattering cup on the stone floor sounded as loud as bullets in my ears. I was in shock, my blood frozen in my veins. When I understood that the cup had not been in his grasp, I tried to catch it in the air, but I was too slow.
It had fallen and shattered into a million pieces. Fear crawled its way up my spine when I understood what had just happened. Marcello had stormed out with me, just drinking from the cup. I was afraid to find out what would happen after that cup broke.
The cup he had gotten from his mother, before she passed away. One of the few things he had left of her. I gulped hard and lifted my gaze to meet his. Marcello’s eyes were wide in shock and fixed on the floor.
Coffee had soaked into my socks and splattered onto his shoes and pants. Not tha
