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
“Can we...can we take some time? To think? Maybe then we can figure out what we really want,” I whispered. Enzo nodded, his chin brushing against the top of my head. “Yeah, we can do that, Nina. We’ll take the time we need to decide what’s right for us. And whatever that decision is, we’ll make it
Nina The chilly morning wound up turning into a warm and sunny afternoon, and Enzo and I were tired of being all alone in our big house on the cliff. In a last ditch effort to inject some normalcy in our lives, Enzo and I had decided to drive into town to check out the shops, get some fresh air,
Enzo The night air was crisp but not too cold—just the way I liked it. There was something about the solitude of the open road and the rumble of my motorcycle beneath me that put everything into perspective. Nina had been going through a lot, and although I would have loved to be by her side eve
Nina I hung up the phone with my mother, and a newfound revelation began to wash over me. Maybe my mother was right; maybe I could do this after all. Maybe it would be difficult, and maybe there would be a lot of late nights spent awake, a lot of exhaustion, a lot of worries. But I think that I
Nina Enzo’s eyes widened, a glimmer of something that looked like hope lighting them up as he processed my words. Before I even uttered my decision, he seemed to realize what I was about to say. “You want to keep the baby?” he blurted out. “Yes,” I breathed with a slight chuckle, my eyes locke