The fruit alone was arranged meticulously, apples and oranges nestled beside soft bread and freshly baked pastries.
The groceries were an assertion that she would not be neglected. He placed the bags down at the foot of the door.
"Marco…" Ricardo's voice came from behind him. Marco stilled for a fraction of a second before turning, already knowing this was not going to end well.
His jaw tightened the moment his eyes landed on him. "Did I not tell you I didn't want to see you around her anymore?" Marco said, his voice edged with warning.
"That's not for you to decide, Marco," he replied evenly, folding his arms.
"Like hell it isn't," Marco shot back, taking a step closer. "What the hell do you want this time?" he added.
"I know she's pregnant, Marco," he said, tilting his head slightly. "Thanks for telling me, by the way. Great effort."
The sarcasm landed hard, but Marco didn't bite. Instead, his fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening.
