Chapter Twenty-Six

GYPSY'S POV

The fork I'm using together with the last bite of my food slips from my hand, falling on my plate with a loud clank.

"Gypsy? What's wrong? Are you okay? Don't you like the food? Gypsy? "

I can hear Enzo calling out for me, but I can't bring myself to reply. Air is rushing out of my lungs. I feel suffocated. I feel like I'm going to have a panic attack. I blink.

The man I'd once looked at like a father, the man who'd broken my trust and taken my innocence from me, the father of Zeke. Is it really him?

"Gypsy hey! Gypsy, look at me! " Strong arms grab me by the shoulders, shaking me violently, and it seems to snap me out of whatever trance I was in.

"Enzo," I whimper.

Memories of that day streak through my mind; the helplessness I felt as I was abused.

"What happened, princess? Say something. "

"Un... Patrick." I clutch my hand on Enzo's, my voice shaking.

"

Patrick,” Enzo frowns. “Who's Uncle Patrick? "

I look at Zeke, who's looking back at me with worry. I certainly can't t