Nina
Anxiety was bubbling its way up in my chest as I stared down at the phone in my hand.
Once again, the attempt to call my mother proved to be futile.
I couldn’t even count how many times I had tried calling her over the past three weeks, all of which had gone unanswered. This time, however, it even went straight to voicemail; either she had hung up when she saw my name pop up on the screen, or her phone was officially shut off.
“Don’t worry, Nina,” Enzo said, wrapping his strong arms around me from behind as he planted a kiss on the top of my head. We were standing in the kitchen; our beautiful sage green kitchen. “She probably just hasn’t switched to an international number yet. She’ll call you soon; I can feel it.”
I nodded and turned around in Enzo’s arms, inhaling his scent a
