Nina Enzo’s father admitted to hiring the girl named Veronica to stalk me. He said it as though I was in the way, as though my very presence was making the situation worse. I had already felt as though Veronica’s death was completely my fault, and what Enzo’s father said only solidified that. I had
Chapter 75: Mother Knows Best Nina I made my way back to my dorm that night after Enzo drove me home and stashed the strange photograph in my bedside table. Lori and Jessica were already fast asleep, but I was kept awake for a long time as I puzzled over the photograph and the events of the past d
Nina I returned to my room, still aggravated that my mother had suddenly shown up unannounced. After months of hardly speaking to me, she comes all this way just over a scraped knee? I felt as though there was something else she wasn’t telling me, but I had too much on my mind to care at the moment
Enzo The very next afternoon following dropping Nina off at her dorm after the unceremonious dinner at my father’s house, my phone rang; it was my father. Rolling my eyes, I picked it up. “I just left,” I growled, still angry with him for everything he had said at dinner. “What do you want?” “Hel
I raised my eyebrows and glanced over at Ronan again, who still sat silently across from me with his eyes fixed on mine. “A hockey tournament to decide which faction gets to run the town?” I asked. Marcus grinned again. “It’s much more fun to decide things this way, don’t you think?” he said. “Not
Nina I tried calling my mother after I discovered that the baby picture was missing, but unsurprisingly, she didn’t answer. Cursing to myself, I hung up the phone and decided that it was too late now to worry about it; the damage had already been done, it was late at night, and I had work in the mo
“I haven’t looked in here in ages,” she said with a cough, waving away a cloud of dust that was floating in front of her face from abruptly opening the box. I smiled and leaned forward on the table, sitting on my knees in the chair. I felt like a child again, asking my mother to show me an old scrap
Nina Enzo’s eyes were full of a mixture of anger, sadness, and what also oddly seemed like moderate excitement as he looked down at me. His hair and leather jacket were soaked from the rain, but he didn’t seem to care. “Can we talk?” he said. “Uh, sure,” I replied warily, glancing over his should