3
ENZO
Of course I escorted her to the cash box; accompanied her from a distance.
And I watched.
Waited.
Protected.
Like so many other times in my life.
I did so from afar, while she was unaware of my observation.
It was creepy.
Inappropriate.
And I couldn’t stop myself.
I’d given up pretending a long time ago that I didn’t want her.
I craved her.
She didn’t belong to me.
Try to tell that to the voice in my head, the one that roared every time she was in sight, crossing my mind, or simply a fantasy figment of my imagination.
The voice that said, “Mine.”
There was nobody to blame but me. I could have gone a million places instead of coming home. Black Zone, the government contractors who hired me, couldn’t take me back after what happened. My stint with them overseas did ope
