I feel uneasy with Enzo gone.
Like a piece of me was taken. I feel unsteady and unable to live. It’s like living under a dark cloud. Everything is in shades of grey and white. Color no longer exists in my world.
A storm has started to roll in in the distance, and I wrap my arms around my bare shoulders as I stand on the top deck looking out at the horizon where I watched Enzo leave with Langston and Zeke. They’ve only been gone an hour, but it feels like a lifetime.
“Here,” Liesel says from behind me. She’s holding out a shawl to me.
I take it and put it over my shoulders as I’m only wearing a bikini top, and short shorts cover my ass.
Liesel is dressed more conservatively in sweatpants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. I’ve never seen her dressed so down before. She’s usually glamorou
