Nina
Richard died in Enzo’s arms that morning, just before sunrise.
For a long time, Enzo just sat there holding his father with his head hung low. He didn’t say a word, nor did he even look up as the rest of us quietly sat around him and reached out to comfort him. No one else spoke, either.
I couldn’t help but cry a bit. I hardly knew Richard, and the only times where we met each other were turbulent, but it still made me sad to see Enzo in such a depressed state. Richard was his father, after all. And, right before the end, Richard had a change of heart and tried to make up for the horrible things he said and did. That alone was enough to make me forgive him for the times that he made me scared and threatened me. I wondered if I should tell my mother, as well; she had, after all, kno
