“Sure,” I answered, managing a polite smile. She sat down beside me, her shoulder brushing mine. “You don’t look so good,” she said. “Everything okay?” I sighed, rubbing a gloved hand over my face. “I’m fine.” “Are you lying?” she prodded gently, her eyes searching mine. Realizing that there
Nina I meandered through the marble halls of the museum, the art surrounding me a comforting distraction that I sorely needed. Each painting and statue had its own unique beauty to it, and I eventually found myself in the Ancient History section, gawking at a pair of clay vases with depictions of
Nina Too soon. Enzo’s question hung in the air after he uttered those words, and it felt like a knife had twisted itself in my gut. “Too soon?” I managed, my voice hardly more than a whisper. “What do you mean? That you regret it?” he shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze. “I just mean, ever
I shook my head, feeling a mix of sadness and anger. “I just don’t understand what there is to ‘process’ right now. Our marriage? Our child?” He took a deep breath, as if trying to find the right words. “I just think we need to make sure we’re on the same page, that’s all.” “On the same page?” I
Nina “Hey.” Enzo’s voice caught me off guard. I had been sitting on the hotel bed, staring at nothing in particular on my phone. He must have slipped into the room at some point, but I didn’t hear the door open. I glanced up and shot him a cold look. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice comin
And then, when I opened my eyes, I saw it. The shadow entity, lurking at the edge of the garden. I thought it was just a trick of the light at first, but then it grinned, and its sharp white teeth glared at me through the darkness like rows of knives. My breath hitched. I couldn’t move, couldn’t
Nina The morning light filtered through the hotel room curtains and cast soft blue shadows on the furniture. I began to stir, but my eyes were slow to open. After last night, I felt as though I had been hit by a train. Enzo was already awake. I could hear him moving about in the bathroom, and wh
Enzo The chill of the ice rink was a welcome reprieve from the stuffy hotel. Although Nina and I had made up, I still couldn’t get past the fact that something was clearly on her mind this morning—whether it was our argument or something else, I wasn’t sure. I just remembered that she got up the n