Nina
Enzo's laughter was infectious as I jumped down off of the hood of my car.
The raccoon incident, the nearly-abandoned cake mission, and now my car being towed—it was absurdity that could only happen to me.
“Ridiculous,” he chided, grinning as he dialed the tow company and climbed into his truck. With the tow truck on its way, he put the truck in gear and began to drive down the road toward town, an unspoken agreement between us that the cake plan was still on.
As we drove, I leaned forward and turned on the radio. I smiled as the radio crackled to life, filling the truck cab with the rhythm of one of our favorite songs.
I couldn't help but sway in my seat, mimicking the dance moves we had mastered in our living room.
After everything, after all of the pain, we now lived a lif
