#Chapter 334: A Night Ride

Enzo The night air was crisp but not too cold—just the way I liked it. There was something about the solitude of the open road and the rumble of my motorcycle beneath me that put everything into perspective. Nina had been going through a lot, and although I would have loved to be by her side every moment, I figured that she would appreciate having some space to think; especially right then, when she was grappling with the decision of a lifetime. Truthfully, I didn’t want her to terminate the pregnancy. When we originally thought that she was pregnant and the tests came back negative, the amount of disappointment I felt was immeasurable. I thought she felt the same way, too. But at the end of the day, it was her body, and her decision. And it wasn’t as if her reasons for wanting to end the pregnancy weren’t solid, either. It made sense. It just sucked. I revved the engine, feeling the vibrations run up my arms as I cruised along the winding country roads. The