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During the ride to Marco's parents' house, I remained quite, purposefully avoiding eye contact with Marco as I wasn't prepared to confront him yet. The recent events had left me stunned, and I wasn’t sure about how to address the situation with my husband.

While my hands still retained their chill, a sense of relief washed over me, understanding that Marco wouldn't do anything to Lucille as close to those he shot earlier.

I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering the blood that had been splattered from the men Marco had shot. It struck me that I had considered that blood to be mine. I had no idea where that thought had come from.

We arrived at Marco's parents' grand residence, and as soon as someone opened the door, I stepped out. Avoiding eye contact with Marco's staff, I felt a sinking feeling that they were aware of what had happened earlier. Embarrassment washed over me, fully aware that it was my fault. I couldn't shake the thought that my careless actions could have put innocen