"Come here ...."
Those were Marco's first words to me after the fight. On the way to the airport, we didn't speak. I could tell Marco was upset, and I really didn't want to make his feelings worse.
We were already seated on the plane. Somehow, Marco had miraculously booked two business-class tickets to Missouri. I had no idea when he managed to do that.
I shuffled closer to him, resting my head awkwardly on his shoulder. Closing my eyes, I felt relief wash over me. His vibe wasn’t as tense as before. Marco gently stroked my hair, and I thought to myself how stubborn we both were—too proud to apologize first
He didn't say anything else, didn't even ask about that damn nightmare Pedro was talking about earlier. I was sure Marco didn’t actually know about them. He’d only mentioned it earl
