“You’re right, Luke,” I said softly, my voice filled with a combination of regret and exhaustion. “I can’t believe I was even considering it. I’ll wait until Enzo gets back from his weekend trip. We need to discuss this in person.” Luke sighed, his eyes softening as he nodded. “That sounds like th
Enzo The clatter of hockey sticks and the distinct screech of skates cutting into the ice enveloped me as Tim and I entered the arena. It was a different vibe than what I was used to back in Mountainview—less polished, maybe a little rougher around the edges—but it was hockey, and that was home en
I laughed, momentarily taken aback by her directness. “Yes, I’m married. Happily, might I add.” Mila’s smile morphed into something enigmatic, a strange blend of amusement and intrigue. She tossed a lock of blonde hair over her shoulder and folded her arms across her chest. “Well, I must say, I’d
Nina I was standing in the middle of a dark forest, the air heavy and thick with fog. Moonlight pierced through the canopy of tall pine trees, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance and flicker in the wind. But I wasn’t alone. There it was again—the shadow entity I had been seeing far
“Luke told you?” I managed. Jessica nodded, her arms folded across her chest. “I can’t believe you’d tell him before us.” “Yeah,” Lori continued. “You’re lucky we love you, or we’d never forgive you.” I had to stifle a laugh. “Alright, alright,” I said, stepping out of the way and letting them
Nina The airport was like a blur of faces—tired, eager, impatient. But there was only one I cared about, one that my eyes searched for relentlessly as I stood by the front door, waiting. It was Sunday evening, and Enzo was set to be here at any minute now. Truthfully, I had gotten so impatient w
Nina The air felt thick with tension, laden with unspoken words that hovered between us like a brewing storm. Enzo looked at me, his usually warm brown eyes now clouded with a kind of unknowable perplexity, as if he sensed the seismic shift that was about to rock our world. “Nina, what is it you
Nina The air between us was stifling. Enzo’s eyes, usually the kind of warm brown that reminded me of a cozy, crackling fireplace, were now a stormy, uncertain hue. He was hurt; that much was glaringly apparent. “You’re asking me if I would’ve had an abortion without telling you,” I finally wh