Nina We finally broke the tension by taking a sip of our milkshakes and digging into the fries. Somehow, the act of eating felt like an unspoken agreement to a truce—at least temporarily. “You know, I’m good with your stipulations,” Enzo said, catching my eye across the table. “And I’ll make
“And Enzo,” I said, catching his eye one last time, “I mean it about keeping an eye on you. We’re both struggling, and we owe it to ourselves, and to our baby, to get the help we need.” He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, and in that moment, I felt a strange combination of hope and dread, of
Nina Enzo’s hand gripped the doorknob, and with a resigned sigh, he swung the door open. Standing there was none other than Luke, his expression a mix of urgency and discomfort, as if he also wished that he were anywhere but here. The emotional and intimate energy between Enzo and me dissipa
Nina The morning light filtered through the enormous windows of our bedroom, casting a golden glow across the room. It was normally a sight that I looked forward to every morning, but today, I found it hard to appreciate. Sleep had eluded me after last night. I couldn’t let go of the image o
Nina Enzo stared at me incredulously for a few moments, his eyes wide. “What?” I asked, standing. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Enzo shrugged, running his hand through his hair again in a way that I knew all too well as his way of thinking. “I don’t know. It’s just… You’d really want
Nina The plane landed on the tarmac with a jostle, and I let out an inaudible sigh of relief. I wasn’t usually bothered by flying, but this trip had been particularly full of turbulence. Now that we were on solid ground again, though, I felt like I could finally relax. “We made it,” Enzo murmure
I decided to push the thought away for now, refusing to let it take root. Instead, I focused on the here and now, on the man walking beside me, on the life we were building together. “I can’t wait to meet our baby,” Enzo said softly, as if he had somehow sensed my inner turmoil. “Me too,” I repl
Nina “Nice to meet you,” Mila said, extending her well-manicured hand. Putting on a smile, I reached out and took it. Her grip was light—almost too light—and her fingers felt dainty and fragile as she shook my hand. “Nice to meet you too, Mila,” I said, making a mental note of her almost flims