*MARCUS’ POV*

As the sun rose the following day, thick streams of sunlight began streaking through parts of the heavy curtains that hung above the windows. The room was peacefully quiet. And for a place like The Mad House, things like peace and quiet were very far and few in between.

Ever so slowly, Marcus started opening his eyes. He peered around the dark room while coming to terms with everything that had happened the night before.

After he had ...