The leather of the private jet's seat creaked under Enzo's weight, but the silence around him was louder than the dull hum of the plane's engines. He sat motionless, one arm draped over the armrest, the other curled into a tight fist, resting against his jaw. His gaze was fixed on the window, though the sky outside held no answers. Just a blur of clouds and space, echoing the void growing in his chest.
Amelia was asleep in the room across the cabin. He had made sure she was comfortable, tucked her in with more care than he ever afforded to anyone. Her breathing had slowed. She hadn’t asked questions tonight. Not after the long embrace at the airport. Not after the brief kiss on her temple. She hadn’t pressed.
She never did.
And that was what hurt the most.
She never demanded what he sh
