I was glad Enzo left town.
Honestly? I hoped he wouldn’t come back.
When I really thought about it, Nathan and I never used to fight, not like this. But ever since Enzo returned to Maplewood, it felt like every argument was based on him. Somehow, in one way or another, he always caused it.
The library felt so much better without his presence. No tension, no stupid stunts. It was peaceful.
Still, the thoughts wouldn’t stop. The what ifs. The fact that he kept insisting we “fix” things like I hadn’t already moved on with my life.
I spent the rest of the day shelving books and pretending the memories trying to crawl out of the grave I buried them in weren’t real.
The town didn’t help matters between Nathan and I because everywhere I went, the rumour was everywhere I went, “Elena and Enz
