*********Trigger Warning Abuse*********
Luciana POV
The drive to my parents' house is quiet. Herbito was moved to the infirmary on my parent's estate the minute he was stable. Marie hasn't left his side except to shower. My father had a bed placed next to Herbito's so she could sleep next to him at my uncle's insistence. Actually, he wanted a bigger bed so she could sleep with him, but Marie vetoed that idea.
She was too worried she would hurt him. I don't think I've ever seen my uncle pout in all my years. I had to leave the room, so I wouldn't burst out laughing when Marie told him how things were going to be. If my uncle thought she was going to be a push-over, he was very much mistaken. I guess that's what happens when you feel truly loved. You are comfortable to speak your mind.
