chapter 11 (Marcelo's POV)

" Why are you here?" I ask once Summer is out of the room.

" I thought you didn't like people inside your office." He says diverting the question.

" But you're in here, that should count as something." I reply, not wanting to dwell on the question.

" I don't count, everyone knows I do whatever I like, but your wife though." He says with a knowing look on his face.

" Is there anything you're not telling me dear cousin?" He probes with a shit eating grin on his face.

" You're diverting the question Enzo, why are you out of the hospital, and where the heck is Winter." I say, my patience thinning.

Enzo was one of those people that knew how to tip me over, and he was doing it right now.

" I was tired of sitting still, I need some action." He answers while waving me off.

" Winter will be worried sick if she finds out you're not in your room." I complain, remembering how hard she had cried when she gotten to the hospital.

Before I left that night , sh