Enzo
When I saw my father’s gaunt, pale body and his glassy eyes, I reacted purely out of instinct. My eyes went wide and I stumbled backwards, clamping my hand over my mouth in order to keep myself from yelling out.
We had gotten here too late. Whatever Selena was doing to my father had already run its course, and he was going to die soon. I knew for certain from the way that Nina froze while she was looking at him, then slowly turned to look at me with an apologetic look in her eyes. If anyone was going to be certain about these sorts of things, it would be Nina. She knew what happened to the body shortly before death.
“Enzo, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “We’re too late.”
I couldn’t speak. The knot in my throat was too thick and heavy for me to get any words out.
