Sixty-Four

Numb.

That's how Gypsy felt as she strolled down the road. She had Zeke in her arms, his head resting on her shoulders while he slept.

Looking at her son, she wondered what the heck she was doing. She didn't know. Neither did she know where they were going.

All she knew was that she needed to get away from the immense pain that seemed intent on ripping her apart.

Not because of Enzo's lies or his deception, but because she didn't want to be selfish.

She'd read some time back that to love is to sacrifice, and she loved Enzo too much to not step aside.

Because she knew he was still in love with Gianna. No matter how many times he tried to deny it, it was always evident by the conflict on his face, the uncertainty in his eyes.

His feelings for Gianna bad survived three years even while he thought she'd betrayed him, and it was obvious that he was never going to get her out of his heart.

The only reason why he was holding himself back from Gianna was because Gypsy was in his life. If Gyps