~Nicole~
“Be gentle…” Enzo winced as Lulu dabbed the ointment on his side.
I tore my eyes away from them and looked back up at the sky, pretending to be deeply invested in the stars.
Thanksgiving dinner ended about an hour ago.
Everyone had already packed up and gone, leaving the three of us to our usual routine…sit around, talk nonsense till 10 p.m., then head home before Mr. Antonio starts yelling about curfew.
He hosts all three families every single year.
“So…” Lulu drawled, her eyes narrowed as she tried to find a comfortable spot between Enzo and me….though his injured state made that almost impossible. “When are you gonna spill what really happened?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Enzo muttered, face twisting like the memory tasted like expired medicine.
I noticed immediate
