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?

His gaze met mine in the mirror and he sighed, as he dragged his hand through his hair before turning to face me. "Do you really have to do...