Nina I woke up the following morning with a sense of dread in my stomach. Despite Enzo’s words of encouragement, the memory of the previous yoga class were still fresh in my mind. The hurtful words, the mocking glances—they had left a deeper mark than I cared to admit. I guess I had thought that
Nina “It’s Nina, right?” A familiar voice pierced through my calm. Opening my eyes, I saw Lea, the woman from my last class, standing over me with a smirk. “Back for more?” she asked, tossing her sleek, long ponytail over her shoulder. I straightened up, meeting her gaze. Enzo’s words of encou
Nina Sarah and I walked into the local cafe together, where we ordered two cups of tea and found a warm corner table to settle in. I sank down into my seat, feeling a little bolstered by the prospect of a new friend. “So,” Sarah said, taking the lid off of her cup to let her tea cool. The steam
Nina I walked down the street, taking in the fresh afternoon air. It was going to get even hotter today, and my pool at home was already calling to me. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and texted Enzo: “Where are you at?” “Sports shop,” he replied a few moments later. “Needed some things.”
Enzo I lay there in the darkness, watching Nina sleep peacefully beside me. She looked like an angel. There was a serene expression on her face, and her chest was rising and falling gently. The faint moonlight streaming in through the large window illuminated her face, accentuating the gentle gl
Nina I didn’t tear my eyes away from Enzo until he finally disappeared through the gates. Once he was gone, it felt as if the knot in my stomach was growing tighter. I knew that he was only going to be gone for a day, but something just felt off—I couldn’t put my finger on what, exactly. It just
Broad shoulders, jet black hair streaked with silver— “Dad?” I exclaimed. He looked much more tired than when I had seen him last, with more pronounced wrinkles across his forehead and around his striking eyes. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. Those same eyes looked at me now with profou
Enzo The flight had felt endless. Between fitful attempts at sleep and staring absently out the window, my mind raced in endless circles. What would I say to Tim? How would he react? Would he even believe me over his trusted team doctor, Mila, who he had known for years? By the time the plane la