Martin's POV
After so much emotional back and forth, I brought Mirabella home. All thanks to Marcus, he had been adamant that I couldn’t leave her in the hospital alone. I was still a little tipsy when we got home, so Marcus helped Mirabella into the house, carrying her in his arms.
A battle of will was going on in me. My brain and my heart were at war. My brain is helping me reason well, but my heart is working with emotions, blocking all logical reasoning.
Staying far away from Mirabella is the best thing, but something keeps bringing me back. A part of me wants to hold her, to hug her, but I can't. I'm trying hard to hold myself back before I do something that would make matters worse.
Once inside, I steadied myself and called out to my staff. “Sarah” I called out, and she came
