SARAH'S POV
The flashing red and blue siren lights covered the rain-soaked streets of Queens in bright colors.
I stood under the rusty metal roof of a closed diner across the street, shivering badly. Rain ran down my face like cold tears, sticking my hair to my neck. Through my blurry eyes, I watched as two NYPD officers put heavy handcuffs on Marcus’s wrists and pushed him into the back of a police car.
Even while being taken away, Marcus didn't look at the cops. His eyes searched the wet shadows of the street until they found me across the road.
He didn't speak, but his lips moved silently through the car window.
Stay safe. Protect our baby.
"Marcus..." I choked out, a sob breaking from my throat as the car drove away into the stormy night.
I was completely broke, cold, and terrif
