Marcus POV
The day I lost her plays over and over again.
I’ve not slept in weeks the moment I close my eyes it’s her I see.
Sometimes it our last moments together
Sometimes it’s her I find dead in that bedroom
Sometimes it’s her just running from me smiling and heavily pregnant.
All I know is that it broke me, I threw my self into working and I’ve made millions in the last 15 weeks just to keep my mind from wondering where she is and how our baby is.
I look at my watch as I sit in a club, the music pounds and pounds at this point it’s anything to just not go home to the house I wanted her to come home too.
I was convinced I’d find her and I built a nursery for our baby.
I really thought I’d find her and bring her home that I filled the nursery with a cot and little white
