Marcelina's POV
The two men escorted me to the car just after nine in the morning.
Corey has never left my side since that day.
And as the only friend and family I had left, she slid into the backseat beside me and squeezed my hand, watching me with concern that she wasn't even trying to hide.
"You look like you're going to a funeral," she said softly.
"It feels like one."
She didn't argue with that.
"Are you sure you don't want to eat something?" she asked gently. "You haven't eaten properly in three days. And that's not good for you... or the little one."
I stared out the window, watching the buildings pass by in a blur.
She was right.
I knew she was right.
But every time I tried to eat, my stomach twisted into knots.
It was hard to swallow food when your life felt like i
