GIOVANNI'S POV
No matter how hard I tried to focus on the documents in front of me, Enzo's words kept echoing through my head.
"You're turning into someone I don't recognize. Someone your father would be ashamed of."
The guilt sat in my chest, although I had been pushing it down since last night, it wouldn't stay buried.
And now, sitting across from her at breakfast and watching her push food around her plate without eating, her eyes fixed somewhere past my shoulder, and now the guilt was crushing me.
She looked defeated, like something vital had been extinguished behind those eyes that usually sparked with fire.
I had done that to her.
I opened my mouth to say something but the words stuck in my throat. What could I say? Sorry?
That would be a lie, because I would do it again if
