"Marcel!" Arianna was relieved when she saw him in the waiting room and ran over to him. She literally jumped into his arms, breathing in relief that he was alive. And he looked fine. Or so she thought.
Although he caught her as usual, the sound of a pained groan escaped his lips and she definitely heard that. With a furrowed brow, Arianna broke apart from him and took a few steps back, taking him in.
There were a few bruises on his face, his hair was ruffled and he generally looked like he had been dragged out of a bin. Yes, his clothes were dirty but he looked fine physically, still yet, Arianna was not convinced and that was confirmed by the way he tactically averted her gaze.
Arianna knew Marcel too well and right now, her stubborn boyfriend and father of her child was hiding something from him. Her lips pressed together, she strode over to him and grabbed the hem and his eyes widened.
Gotcha.
