{Enzo POV}
I moved my hand against the steering wheel as I drove down the road. My grip tightened a little, my eyes fixed on the stretch ahead. I brushed my hair back with my hand, trying to shove away the sound of Naomi’s quiet sniffling.
She had been at it since we left the hospital. At first, I ignored it, but the sound crawled under my skin. I resisted the urge to snap at her. If I did, it would make me look heartless, and though I didn’t care, I had no patience for pity looks from anyone.
“Can you stop doing that? I’m trying to concentrate,” I finally said, my voice sharp.
She froze, the sound cutting off instantly. I didn’t have to look at her to know she was glaring at me, her lips trembling, eyes full of unshed tears. I didn’t bother to meet her gaze. Whatever happened between
