{Naomi POV}
A cold chill ran down my spine as beads of sweat gathered on my forehead. The look on my mother's face as she stared at me made me feel even worse than before.
"What is he talking about, Naomi?" my mother muttered, her voice calm but cutting.
"Um… Mom," I stammered, searching for the right words, desperate to explain it in a way that wouldn’t send her into another breakdown. "You were sick and we…"
"Jeez," my mother cursed, lowering her gaze. She closed her eyes for a moment and pressed her palm against them. "We… What have you done, you stupid child?"
Another wave of tears rolled down my cheeks. I stepped closer, glaring at Enzo for making everything worse. I didn’t understand why he had to tell her this, what was he trying to prove? A part of me felt he was doing it just
