being married for 2 years, together for 4, your relationship was good, amazing even. yeah, you argued sometimes, but not a ton. he loved you, more than anything.

marco was on his way home, to see you, when he got the call. “critical condition”, “car accident”, “not awake”, “she wasn’t driving.” were the only words he remembered from the 8 minute call from the hospital. he sped to the hospital, still in his suit. when he got there, he raced in. as soon as he got in, he saw his men standing in the waiting room, they got there first because they were across the street at the bar, at a meeting.

“where is she?” he looked at Carlo, his bestfriend— his most trusted business partner.