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 to get out and think, so I quietly pushed my chair back and walked away from the dinner table, leaving my food and wine untouched, before I heard Enzo or his father say anything else.
Maybe Enzo’s father was right.
Maybe my presence in Enzo’s life was nothing but a burden, a hindrance. Maybe my presence in anyone’s life was a burden at this point.
These thoughts swirled around in my head as I walked out of the house and headed toward the ocean, silent tears streaming down my cheeks. Enzo and
