Enzo’s POV
“Are you ready to go?” Connie asked as she came out of the bathroom.
I turned to face her, still holding the pill bottle in my grip, she had yet to notice.
“What are these?” I asked, holding up the bottle for her viewing.
Her eyes adjusted to the bottle in her hands, and it was like the color had drained from her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but only air came out.
“I asked you a question,” I said through my teeth. “Connie, what are these?”
“I can explain…” she said, her voice coming out as nothing more than a whisper.
The tremble in her tone told me more information than her silence, but I wanted to hear her say it.
“I’m waiting.”
“Okay… before you get mad… I just wanted to say that I really loved you and I wanted you to see that you could possibly love
