Nina
As I watched Enzo storm off into the party, I felt my heart sink. The screen door slammed shut behind him and wobbled a bit on its frame, leaving me alone and shaking in the cold. Up until five seconds earlier, I was certain that our plan was going to work.
But maybe I was too confident in that assumption, because it turned out that Enzo didn’t remember me after all. In fact, my attempts to make him remember not only proved to be futile, but also made him angry with me and probably closed him off even more. Now, I was just the strange girl who cornered him at a party. For all he knew, I could have been trying to drug him or something.
I couldn’t explain it; somehow, after everything, he didn’t remember me at all. Even as I looked at him that night, begging him to reach into his min
