Marina's POV

I managed to drag my feet into my house before shutting the door with a small sigh.

I felt tired. I was tired.

I told the cab driver to drop me off a short distance from there and walked all the way back home. My feet were killing me.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"What the..." I almost screamed, immediately turning around to see Mark walking towards me, his face etched with worry.

I was about to ask him what he was doing here when I remembered. We were supposed to meet up today.

" Where have you been? I have been so worried, you weren't answering...