Chapter 64
Chapter Sixty-Four I pace the living room, stopping every minute to peer through the window outside to see if Enzo’s car is coming. I am so edgy, I don’t even feel any pain from my gunshot wound. My mother comes in and scowls at me. Rolling my eyes, I sit obediently but I can’t stand to stay quiet for more than fifteen minutes. It’s been two days since Salvatore and Enzo came back telling me she was fine, our baby was fine, but the doctor wanted to keep her under observation only as a precaution. If I wasn’t so weak, I would get into my car and drive all the way to the hospital to see her. Good thing no one told me which hospital. Even knowing she is well, despite her wounds, I want—need—to see her, touch her, hug her in my arms. Make sure everything was just a nightmare. Which is stupi
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