#Chapter 332: Together

Nina The air between us was stifling. Enzo’s eyes, usually the kind of warm brown that reminded me of a cozy, crackling fireplace, were now a stormy, uncertain hue. He was hurt; that much was glaringly apparent. “You’re asking me if I would’ve had an abortion without telling you,” I finally whispered, breaking the tension that was tightly gripping us both. “The truth, Enzo, is yes… I considered it.” Enzo looked like I had just jammed a knife through his chest. “Why?” he murmured. “We’re supposed to be honest with each other, Nina. Why would you even consider keeping something like that from me?” “Because,” I said with a sigh, “I was scared, not just for me, but for you, too.” His brow furrowed as he looked at me. “Scared for me? Nina, how could you even think about making such a monumental decision on your own?” I looked at him, my eyes pleading for understanding. “It’s because of your new job, Enzo. You’ve got a chance to work with this hockey team,