Chapter 17
- MARGO POV
- TWO YEARS LATER.
- When did everything start to go to shit? I turned to face Miguel who was busy pulling on his suit with a nonchalant attitude that did nothing but irritate me to no end. It was like he didn't care at all. I was sure if someone was holding a knife to my throat, he'd just sit back and watch until they slit it open. We had been so happy, so why was this happening to us?